Dawn and Dew

Resisting the morning cold and waiting patiently for the bliss of dawn

A dim of sunlight blooming in the horizon 

dew in leaves, murmur of birds, freshness of the early morning air

companionship in the character of a book

and solitude while appreciating the precious time

Time of my life, of my youth that I try to freeze

Before it takes leave

What does the air do to my mind !

It makes me bleed ink on a paper

And transform feelings into words

Unutterable and sweet

And before I could embrace it all or save it in a deep breath

it's gone to be renewed again

                                                             

Author's Note

Written December, 2019
seriously I don't know why It takes me years to publish what I write xD

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I enjoyed the visit with nature between the lines of poetry. I'm more a fan of hills and trees, flowers and birds than anyone I know. I enjoy watching the sun rise and set as pillars of the day. So I understand the concept of trying to save those precious moments to memory. I enjoyed the read.

[Black Jess]

Thank you. I clearly remember the day I wrote this one, at dawn, covered with a blanket, literally freezing but resisting it, a bittersweetness. Your comment reminded me of that, thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

We never know when the muse calls but when she does we must make the most of it. It seems that early morning is a time she likes. I can understand that, the breaking of the day, when night fades and light takes centre stage is time I like too. I enjoyed your lines here Black Jess. Gettgst pen writing.

Chris