Keith Beavon Poet Blank verse

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.

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Robert Heemstra February 16, 2016 at 7:01 PM I love it! Love the line, "graveyard silence" I know that silence all too well.

John Fleming February 13, 2016 at 2:24 PM I can equate strongly with the feelings your poem evokes. I have spent many years casting a fly over countless waters...There is nothing that gives more cause for a man to deeply ponder than the cold dawn awakening upon the banks of a deserted river. Beautifully expressed, Keith - I really enjoyed the read! My best regards! :) john

Ovidiu Bocsa February 13, 2016 at 1:43 PM I saw very a few poems like stalactites and stalacmites in the wonder cave. It reminds me of Ancient Mariner.Bravo!