Another Dawn
Then whistling strands went silent
And cries bled out the ground
Hushed over earthen weeping
And golden fields were drowned.
In tears of quiet, silence
Sounds out the nothing drum
Beats thrums of peaceful sleepers
A voiceless, ashen hum.
Tears of quiet dried to rust
Lit up by morning glow
Picked off, a surface crust
The under-flesh to show
Un-scabbed earth with silver vines
Unearthed new ground rubbed raw
To house embedded saplings
And see another dawn.
Copyright © Alice Reynolds | Year Posted 2025
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