Cold Eerie Dawn
Cold Eerie Dawn
Misty
pre-dawn
shivering
not moving
just absorbing
graveyard silence
standing on
brittle brown
stems of grass
poking through
fresh frost
while surveying
my river
lying between
steep banks
wrapped in shadow
where willows
trail branches
in waters
flat and calm
a watery mat
slides by
slow silent dark
when light grows
wisps of steam rise
above grey waters
silence more acute
mist hangs low
only water moves
then suddenly
some fish
with lazy rolls
break surface
ripples spread
ight reflects
flickers
pierces
dark shadows
silence deepens
then two doves
perched up
high in
bare trees
softly coo
again
total silence
reigns
watery sun
creeps higher
air much colder
I shrug
turn leave
and still
the river
slides by
silently
60 years
and more
slipped by
since last
I stood
watching
dark waters
sliding past
on that cold
eerie dawn
so long ago.
Copyright © Keith Beavon | Year Posted 2016
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