Dixie Burch Childress

Cary, North Carolina, USA

Dawn Dust

Comes on quieter
Than silence
Peers through windows
And doors.
Fills room with
Slow momentum
Light slowly creeps
Filling space.
Soon you see dawn dust
Then dance
Inspiration, love
We become flowers
Full blown trumpets
Sun soaked bright leaves
Yearning for creativity
As dawn dust
Opens up, a new day.
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