Dawn Dances On My Wall
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Dawn dances through the window
dressed in skirts of prismatic colors
magnifed by my bottles on the sill.
She spins pirouettes on the wall
as their invited morning guest
always welcomed to the Sunshine Ball
My glass bottles are part of my décor
not a mere whimsy of happenstance
through which Dawn chooses to dance.
I always meant to gather more
but my time is always spent
on life and more important things
the moment I walk out the door
There was a day, not long ago,
when I brought home wild roses
too short stemmed for my crystal vase
But when I placed one in each bottle
it was such a pleasing aesthetic that
it put a cavorting smile on my face
They never really needed a purpose
more than being pleasing to my eye,
but in Dawn's ballet the next morning,
daylight swam through rippling water
accompanied by a Blue Jay's symphony,
I knew how remarkable they'd become to me
One subdued in shades of polished green,
others were jars that once held preserves
but through their bodies of heated sand,
Dawn dances for me when sunlight calls
in graceful steps and arabesque so grand
How elegantly she danced upon my walls
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2018
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