Dawn

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.