You did capture the kind of morning I saw when I woke, except that my windows have blinds and the sunlight was released into my room with the help of a cat's paw. If this is a work in progress, I think tjames has a point about the order in which the sunlight progresses as it burns away the fog and makes everything glisten in the early morning. For me, this morning was grey with fog, and everything outside was heavy with moisture. Then the sun broke over the hills, and the light spread to highlight the dewdrops lingering on the leaves and spiderwebs in my bushes. It's only when the sunlight strikes the droplets that they really look like jewels. Finally then the light came into the windows (with my cat's help). But you have to write what you saw and experienced and perhaps it looked differently this morning to you than it did to me. Having nothing to do with your poem: ne of my favorite things is to see a large spider web glittering in the morning sun. It is then you can see clearly the elegant design. My industrious spider is the size of my thumb, grey and quite demure, but her skill as a web weaver is unmatched. Thank you for helping me recall the lovely start to this morning. :)