In Dawn's Bright Glow

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

The sweet notes of a bird drift down to me from one grand oak that shines with day’s first rays. I look up at blue sky and that old tree. What joy, for at a glad lark I now gaze! The lark sings on. Her song fills up my heart. I turn to see a deer whose head is bent to drink at a cool stream; the view is art. . . Sun’s beams, the deer and lark from God were sent to cheer me at this time. My eyes are drawn to fields far off and near them - hills that gleam in that gold stream of light, the blaze of dawn! My thoughts now waft as if they were a dream. This day of bliss I wish to keep - and so - I sit to write of it in dawn’s bright glow. Written 1/13/13 For the One to One contest of David Williams (if only it were really this nice and sunny today!)