MORNING LIGHT BEGS A QUESTION

Moments before,
at the edge of darkness,
there is a deep stillness 
and eerie silence.

Moments after, 
the flash pop of white light,
The morning changes 
brilliantly and bright. 

sun seeps through the window
long shadows from the beams
everything is clearer
in morning light, it seems.

Stark in summer air, 
deeply yellow, clustered there.  
Shining warmly, softly bright.
Gladiolus in morning light. 

Angus snoozes under the 
narrow angles of their beauty,
 sharper than any sword.
Is he sleepy, or is he bored?