A Golden Russet Morn

Such power and strength,

Surging through your body,

Thou art brimming with raw manhood,

How wondrous to witness your morning glory.

As a hunter prowls in the misty dusky dawn,

Ready to pounce upon his innocent prey,

Your starvation hunger disturbs my slumber,

Am I still dreaming or am I awake?

Like the hazy russet sun burns through the clouds,

Your heat pierces through my sleeping,

Thou shalt drink deep, I know in my Elizabethan Inn,

We shall toast your new found splendour. 

A more golden morn has ne'er been seen,

Not even a shaft of light could come in between.