Magic in your day

Alarming bleating into slow wakefulness as the sun
Begins the day, before
Coffee's auto-brew aroma  
Dreams still whisper quietly
Ethereally of nymphs weaving
Flowers into crowns for the 
Gnomes lazily fishing under bridges
Hinged wide open, allowing passage,  
Industry floating past, ripples pulse
Joules against the shoreline
Kappa watermills churn irrigation to cucumber hills
Lacing the water's edge, and
Milling stolen corn during the 
Night. 
Orange streaks in the sky
Paint the desert sands,
Quail call out to their young,
Rattles heard loud from
Sunning snakes, 
The heat grows, the dawn is now morning
Usurping the sweet darkness the alarm bleats again
Violently increasing, waving, screaming, 
Winding through fading oxen herds,
Xenoliths break, fall and bound, screech against the earth
Yak's prairie melodies turn to barking dogs until I'm
Zapped awake into morning's promise of duty and obligation