Heavenly Sunrise

A forest of sleeping angles
Hazy halos of gold
Velvet rose
Soft purple
And rich blends of each
The air is brisk
And the wind harsh
But my heart is warmed
By the sight of glory
Hanging on the edge of the earth
Dazzling spectacles of light
Dancing on the icy pond
Frost sparkles on the tips of grass
Everything is still
No one of God's creatures
So much as whistles a tune
No bird chirps
No hounds howl
No cat purrs
Only peace whispers
Through the trees