Opening Scene to What Has Not Yet Been Before

PAD Challenge day 6: For today’s prompt, write an opening poem.

Dawn yawns and stretches, draws the sun from edges brushed with pink

The trees long flushed with gold stand stark and dark against yon brink

Time’s seasons flare and fade like floats in nature’s grand parade

While we try to make sense of its intense, immense crusade

Where some of us are bystanders and some march left-foot-right

Some lounge, cool as can be and some are wound up way too tight

While the bronze gong is drawn up, up away from eastward verge

As we are swept into a resolute, momentous surge

…that always pulls us to the place where we are facing west

To watch the sun slip past skyscrapers, trees, beneath earth’s crest

And where we stood to watch dawn yawn and fling ajar its door

We peer into the darkness of a day that is no more

...where some take note of progress, some notice nothing too much

Some feel hope like a warm handshake, others want for its touch

Some stand tall as a stallion, others fall beneath the strain

Waiting for dawn to yawn and stretch and do it all again

© Janet Martin