Dawn blooms like a rose on the sill of first light
It flows like a river to sea
It plants on Past’s fathoms of fumble and flight
Unbroken opportunity
Its token of mercy fills heaven and earth
Its birth like God’s gentle reply
He pours hope’s redemption across field and firth
In offers of another try
Day is a like desktop strewn with much to do
Clock edict orders every hour
Dawn is like a maiden with eyes, gentle blue
She brings to each door a fresh flow’r
Tip o’ heaven’s hat an’ good day to ye all
Be prudent, be patient, be kind
For soon this new bloom like all flowers will fall
To moon-lit pastures, echo-lined
© Janet Martin
Wonderful picture, especially the last stanza.
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