Watermelon Sunrise

We were still on the highway
at the rising of the sun;
My favorite time of day
found our journey nearly done.

In the humid morning sky
all distance seemed to disappear;
With the road now rising high
the horizon shimmered near.

We watched the golden rose
of this Louisiana dawn,
turn into hazy rainbows
which the new sun danced upon.

As a small town came into view
we felt the sleepy world replaced
with a scent as heavy as the dew,
sweet and ripe and ready to taste.

The aroma grew stronger still
as we came upon the sight
of a wagon at the bottom of a hill,
tipped over in the morning light.

The street was awash with hues
of pink and red and green;
Slippery, as we drove through,
looking like a kaleidoscope stream.

Now our morning was complete
as we regretfully drove away;
No dawn has ever been as sweet
since that Watermelon Sunrise day.

Lora Frikken ~ 8-3-04