Dawn shakes off her cape of darkness,
dappling drowsy trees with a feathery touch.
She tiptoes from branch to branch in silver slippers
that flicker and flash through the leaves.
Her gray silk gown billows across the sky;
light glowing like white lace on its hem.
Like a lover reluctant to leave a tryst,
she lingers on the horizon, then
picks up her skirts and slips over the hills,
as the satisfied sun settles down
on the blue satin sheets of morning.
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Ahhhhhh. So lovely. Thank you for thinking and picturing and working to find a way to share the dawn's beauty with us.
ReplyDeleteI SO love your poetry. It is so... how can I say... delicious. I NEVER tire of reading the magnificent visions you paint so flawlessly with words - I always SEE so easily and feel with such depth what you are describing. I want to see you publish a book of these tasty morsels! I am SERIOUS!!!! And I want to keep reading them!!! Keep that pen scratching!
ReplyDeleteA whole collection of your beautifully expressive poetry would be a treat. You've got the soul of a poet, and the skills to match.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful!
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