Daybreak
Silent, cold, misty-grey,
creeps upon us suddenly
falling out of darkness
comes the dawn.
Fresh breeze blowing,
earth wet from the dew,
grass with drops of water
and leaves that fell from trees.
All these little signs say
welcome to the dawn.
Birds are singing,
and wind hisses over behind
the mountains,
an orange-blue, yellow sky,
for the sun just barely shows
filling the place with beauty.
Daybreak has come.
Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2011
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