Dawn
Early, in the pre-dawn hush
I heard the robins sing,
and then a sleepy breeze awoke
and made the wind chimes ring.
Their blended notes in concert sweet
soon filled the morning air
as on horizon's stage the dawn
danced in and waited there.
In all her newfound finery,
her dress in filmy hues
of lavender and rosy pinks,
and shades of palest blue.
At last, the music died away,
and dawn, in golden gauze,
slipped off her skirts and left the stage,
to a rooster's loud applause.
Copyright © Ron VanHooser | Year Posted 2025
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