Dawn
I ride on the gossamer wings of dawn
Watching the world below slowly wake up
The dark tendrils of the night slowly withdraw
Leaving a pale blue light in their wake
Grey clouds move in stately fashion
Their edges lit up by invisible sun rays
Dead shadows spring to life with a passion
As a soulful morning tune plays
Around me a soft wind blows
Gathering old memories in its gentle embrace
Isn’t this how time flows?
Erasing old yesterdays without a trace
Shining dew drops drip down the eaves
While a fresh and clean smell pervades the air
As trees shake sleep out of their leaves
Birds trill gay secrets, old and rare
The best part of the day
Gently moves aside for the rising sun
With vague promises of another bright day
Arise! The king has started on his majestic procession
what a lovely ode to dawn, the loveliest and most delicate part of the day.
i’m not an early riser as a rule but the days when i do catch the dawn, the rest of the day never quite matches up with it. 🙂
Reminded me of the poems of Hopkins…sans his essentially Catholic lean. Quite nice…
You’ve put words to a breathtaking photograph of dawn I once saw – taken by a friend while trekking in Leh. 🙂
i suspect you’re much more of a romantic than i am. you hold a place in my heart forever–just for being that.
Goodmorning….Your majesty!!
gulnaz: thank you..even I’m not an early riser…8 am is like early morning to me! but I love dawn…it ist he part of the day that I like best…
Geetanjali: haven’t read any of his work before…but after reading your comment wen t and checked out some of his poems…now I see what you mean…
Extempore: *smiles*
transience: I wish I could frame that comment of yours in my heart…thats the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in a long time…but my dear forever is a long time *winks*…
oh, and I’m quite a romantic…impractically so sometimes…but more than you…hmm…I’m not so sure…
rusty: *laughs* but that was not me..that was the sun!
The fragile beauty of dawn has come to life with your words. Lovely
rebecca: I’m glad you agree…dawn is a special time for me…
I love the antropomorphic quality of this piece. It’s truly wonderful.
“The gossamer wings of dawn.”
“The dark tendrils of night slowly withdraw.”
“Grey clouds move in stately fashion.”
“A soulful morning tune plays.”
“Gathering old memories in its gentle embrace.”
“tree shake sleep out of their leaves.”
“Birds trill gay secrets.”
“The best part of the day moves aside for the rising sun with vague promises.”
“The king has started his magestic procession!”
The smooth quality of your writing gives these concrete images an ethereal quality. I can hear Vivaldi in the background.