The land is kissed
by golden morning.
Thrush-in-nest,
eye-awake,
puffs her breast,
sings and wings
across the meadow.
My heart knows
a sweet song
touched by dew.
I, too,
eye-awake
in first gold,
rejoicing in the
new breath
of a honeyed day.
Inky Cat's Poems
Poems from a leaking pen
Inky Cat's Poems 
Intrigued that you have chosen to write ‘Morning Song’ in gold ink and a different typeface! And I love ‘eye-awake’ – do you think you have coined this luminous phrase? And would you like to leave some golden calligraphy on writingpresence.com? You’d be very welcome …
I am playing with font, especially colour. I think it affects the feel of the poem. Though hopefully the gold doesn’t make it hard to read. I think I coined ‘eye-awake’, yes. Though I’m always afraid something I’ve heard years ago lurks in subconscious and escapes through pen as if new!