Golden dawn lures me
From cover-warm sleep
Night’s fabric diffuses
As soft moments creep
Over the skyline
They hover to pass
Brief transient shadows
On sun-dappled grass
Shake off wooly slumber
A new day a-waits
Pouring in splendor
Through morn’s lofty gates
As restlessly moments
Slip over our skin
Drops in an ocean
Of what might have been…
…should we fail to seize them
Inhale from each gem
The nectar of mercy
In hope’s diadem
Trickling gently in moments
To an ethereal sea
Whispers of grace
And opportunity
© Janet Martin
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