The purple eye of the dragon,
Streaked red, yellow, twitches
Back and forth over the morning.
Dark mists, darker land...
It looks, malevolently, for any
Obstacles of Night lingering.
One scaled arm emerges,
Claws into the fog. A long body
Slithers through grey cloud banks,
And it roars triumphant. Trees
Hushed, wings fly, dogs lay
Curled. Only timid lighting...
The dragon blinks slitted eyes.
And, breathing flame, flicks
Its tail, flinging Sun up and onto
The horizon.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mornings-dragon/
