Dawn
Dawn scurries over mountains high
and sleepy fields in heather hue.
She paints lemon-colored skies,
and splashes rose-kissed colors through
then sprinkles drops of crystal dew.
With crimson touch, sky becomes day.
Dawn's dazzle done, she slips away
to rest her head on pillowed skies.
and finds, beyond brilliant display,
a quiet peace where beauty lies.
February 20, 2022
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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