Dawn of my Heart
Ordinarily I lie in my bed
mentally grasping for any slender thread of slumber
which I can possibly find to cling to!
But there was one time -
the Easter morn of an early April -
when rising from bed,
I felt an unusual urge
to don my housecoat and walk out to the deck.
In the stillness of pre-twilight,
I stood there some time just gazing out
at the vast valley and distant lake
of my adopted homeland.
Slowly, a sliver of lemon meringue
began coloring the horizon.
Drawn to dawn,
I let myself succumb
to the beauty of it all.
A chorus of birds in nearby blossoming trees
were brightly chirruping ,
heralding the morning's illumination.
On this day symbolic of redemption,
I swear I heard
the silence of angels’ song.
Jan. 10, 2019
for the 'Free Verse Style Only' Poetry Contest
of Emile Pinet
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019