Autumn Dawn

It's of mourning the night and enjoying the morning

Light congealing
Like ice upon water
Razor-honed edge
of dawn cleaving the dark

In hot pursuit
Of shadows fleeing
Dreams drift away…
Like a guttering spark

Liquid gold blades
of sabre-like rays
Cleaving and piercing
Heart of morning mist

Parting a path
for a new-born day
Hapless…Nay, helpless!
Of night to resist

Dawn’s dam of darkness
So sorely breached
Erodes into remnants of bones  
white…and bleached
 
As through broken dike
Floods of light gouting
Awash are farms, fields
And sheepfolds alike

Shredding the shrouds
Of nighttime’s dark clouds
What is there of Dawn
…not to like?…

Author's Note

I hope this dawns on somebody!