Rising Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rising day
from the deep under,
moments play
in light asunder.
The glowing way
of a night going,
when the dim meet day
in all the glowing.

Rising day
after dawn's here,
in its gray
before the sun's everywhere!
The beginning glow
of a morning awake,
coming up slow
with all its fresh take.

Rising ray
from the deep sleep,
just a moment's stay
before its leap.
Into a new reality
of life waking,
to be and be
in its evolving making.