dawning

Mist hovering in the vale
Curling around trees black
Against the wakening sky.

The sun kisses the hills
As it stretches its arms
Across the horizon

Vestiges of the night
Hurtle into the shadows
Dispelling nocturnal fears

Hopes spring up
Desires awaken exposing
the sleepiness of life.

Sounds of the morning
Encroach upon a body
Emerging from sleep.

What will become
Of this new day

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s