Awake... my first breath in the quiet of an April dawn
becomes a halted gasp, caught and hung in mid air
A warm, silent smile deepens as eyes are drawn
toward the distant horizon where the face of the sun rising
Veiled by misty, morning dew spreads its warmth through
dense morning haze across skies perfectly inked in gold
and raspberry hues, making a promise of a beautiful day.
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2014
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