Sunrise Sonnet

As the body wakes
the sun builds above the hills
tight muscles ache
and meadowlarks trill

The quiet night sounds break
to a hymn of life
as the orange-gold rays overtake
the stings of night-strife

One breath crests
unfurls the leaves of pipal-
let the eye-of-god rest
upon his people

My body bows in first position,
an active sunrise meditation.

I wrote this one for a contest. I have been playing with sonnet meter to see how short I can make the lines and still have the sonnet feel.

Late for Wednesday One Stop Poetry.