Awaits the Dawn
The Rose awaits dawn
Jewelled tears to soothe
bird upon the wing
calls out reveille
waning moon exits.
The breeze whispers
spirit so free
shakes new born leaves
rustles the tide.
Morning breaks
azure sky
hides the stars.
Nature's
habit.
Pure.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2021
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