Late For Work...

Dawn came grey and wet,
the mantle of her robe
dragging across the sky
leaving all soaked in her wake
as the droplets fell as rain
to us mortals far below
Did she rise late this morning,
with a sudden start
fearing to be late for work
for the first time in all the long millennia?
Did she run from her bath,
slipping and sliding,
as her handmaidens rushed to cover her
and protect her modesty?
Did Apollo snicker and did Pan laugh
hoping to see the morning late at last,
While the Sun's chariot lies put away
In the grand stables in the clouds?
Who wakes the morning?...
                03-13-10