Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
At strawberry dawn
the new blue flowers glisten
Dreams pause to listen
as birds greet sunrise of mist
Later by golden rays kissed!
Spring flowers just bloomed
Senses' anticipation
Pretty location!
Blue flowers in a blue world
......
On a rocky shore she sits alone under the darken skies, a flock of gulls glided away in search of food supplies.
She stares ahead in time to see the sun before the rise. She was amazed to see its rays tickling the pinky skies.
The foamy waves moved to and fro caressing the rocky shores, the hidden tides away they drew, brushing the sandy floors.
The morning breeze flowed away tousling her tidy hair, fondling her rosy cheeks with all the love and care.
Along the coast the bush did grow between the grass and tree, to all the bears a place of nest for every honey bee.
......
Let us rise with the dawn,
Embrace this new day’s promise.
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.
Behind the gentle tinge of dawn.
Pulling back the curtain of the receding night.
Clear light sweeps away the darkness, bringing peace to a sinking heart.
The wind whispers in a slow rhythm, bringing messages from a calm universe.
Nature speaks in silence, teaches a heart that is bound by worldly noise.
the dawn that comes every day, bringing hope in holy robes.
Teach us, as you teach nature, to live peacefully without resentment.
Under the shade of your simple light, I gained the true meaning of life.
That everything that comes will go, but love for nature remains eternal.
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At strawberry dawn
the new blue flowers glisten
Dreams pause to listen
as birds greet sunrise of mist
Later by golden rays kissed!
Spring flowers just bloomed
Senses' anticipation
Pretty location!
Blue flowers in a blue world
......
"waking lights"
The room sits in its late-hour weight,
charcoal settling where the boards dip.
A latch sticks; the cold has worked at it
through weeks of short days.
The radio mutters through the same reports.
Outside, the yard is a sheet of dull metal,
......
Play for me yr harp so softly
As I drift to sleep
The night is clear that the stars shine brightly
Crowning yr face in my dreams
Yr eyes carefully watching the strings
While the music swams my mind
Into a wintry fantasy
That only you and I share
I continue to drift into it
Until the first sight of dawn
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End year’s dusk, new year’s dawn,
Lessons learned, new possibilities,
Gratitude fills the last page, anticipation pens the first,
Farewell old year, welcome new year.
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.