At Dawn

A poem about dawn by Alexis Rikke

I long for the dawn

and for things reborn anew.

I long for the crisp morning

and for treetops wet with dew.

At dawn, when the world has not yet subsided to toil of day,

one may capture inspiration

in the yard where it lay.

But alas, dawn bows to day

until day surrenders to Sun's fleeting ray.

Dusk will slumber and dawn will break.

Gold will run astray.

It lasts only a moment, then dawn warms to day.

Author's Note

Be honest.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and hopeful words. You took the reader with to good thoughts and good places. Thank you Alexis for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Done]

Wonderfully written and visually stimulating. I like this.