Attempting sunrise

The rays yawned over morning dew
stretched golden arms westward
forced the grass to exhale a rolling
mist
cloaking the trunk of a Great Oak
and a blinded rabbit's sky

Darkness swallowed hard outside
my window
there it salivated for my only light to dim.

Sunrise ignored the night
when they'd passed on the
twilight horizon
hastily headed for the zenith
where before long
the shadows below would
fade and be erased

Yet I lay waiting 
fixated on the walls
bulging eyes willing helpers 
to sweep away
the dawn
from the corners
still needing persuading
a new day had begun