Autumn Dawn

Written by: David Whalen

Light congealing Like ice upon water Razor-honed edge of dawn cleaving the dark In hot pursuit Of shadows fleeing Dreams drift away… Like a guttering spark Liquid gold blades of sabre-like rays Cleaving and piercing Heart of morning mist Parting a path for a new-born day Hapless…Nay, helpless! Of night to resist Dawn’s dam of darkness So sorely breached Erodes into shards of bones white…and bleached Floods of light gouting As through broken dike Awash are farms, fields And sheepfolds alike Shredding the shrouds Of nighttime’s dark clouds What is there of Dawn …not to like?…