The quickness of the dawn Should never slow To my laziness, In regretting it is gone, I know it is lovely With bitters. The turn of gentle spring To heat, and gracious Autumn to cold, keeps My eyes in vigil … Continue reading
I met the Dawn against my will, He held me tight as I got my fill, We danced to our favorite trill, And heard acorns fall upon the sill, He kissed me goodnight up until The Sun spied on us … Continue reading
Nothing is more Envied Than the topmost Leaf Roused by the dawn’s Breeze Kissed by the first Light. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
I could run the dawn and write the witching hour if sleep beckons not Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
The sound of birds’ First speech, sweet, Uncluttered, announce The dawn. The coming Of the morn is not far, Poised. The sky, raw, Still charms the moon. Nocturnal trees stand Motionless in the depths Of sleep as soft winds Come … Continue reading