Spirit of dawn

Early in the morn’
Singer birds yet to rise
The dew wet on the grass.

I open up for you
Chase the ghouls
Their dark dwell is flown.

I want to see you
A whiff of a weak dwindling spirit
Appear only slightly.

I hear you whirl in the wind
First, you whisper a scary note
Then you blow a soothing calm.

As you sway like a dancer
Let me feel you brush past
Shake a tree and drop me a leaf.