Sunday, January 15, 2012

Poem: Lady Dawn

(Dawn In The California Desert)

In her robes
of pale blue and rose
she walks,
touches gray buildings
with promises of warmth.
she does not seek
your wakeful eyes
but, if you turn to her
she gives you pure, gentle moments
she makes your heart swell
like sweet fruit in summer
before she turns, enraptured
and gives herself
to the sun.

He consumes her in fiery glory
they merge--
they glow with
familiar passion,
conceiving a mighty child…

and so is born the clearness
of our everyday.

1 comment:

  1. This is so beautiful... the personification of dawn... classic, timeless.