Sonnet

Guardian Of Day

Oh Sampaguita Tree, guardian of day,
Whose blossoms breathe a fragrance pure and slight;
Beside the corner road you softly sway,
While one lone car awaits the emerging light.
The signal hums, orange to red, from green,
And morning spills its gold across the street;
The crossroad wakes, its edges sharp and clean,
Where shadow yields to warmth and light’s soft heat.
From far, two resting cars in silence keep,
Their windows glazed with dew’s unspoken dreams;
The world still half-asleep in tender sleep,
Yet touched by dawn’s first, hesitant, bright beams.
   O tree, you greet the day before it knows
   Your quiet grace the first the sunlight chose.


2026.04.13