Monday, November 7, 2011

Lady Dawn




She nudges the dark and it recedes

Like a spineless coward toward the shadows

Or does it melt, helpless and wanting beneath her touch?


She softens the horizon line

Etching the night with a pale, gauze ribbon

Pushing aside its heavy robe and kissing it with silver dew


Soundlessly, effortlessly she overtakes

The force of the deepened sky in wild exultation

For Lady Dawn waits for none; and the night can never resist her

J~

1 comment:

  1. Just beautiful, Janet. Has the 'ring' of a classic poem.

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