As dawn undressed the night,
putting the purples of sorrow to flight.
It started to paint an horizon new,
in burnished golds of every hue,
that streaked the heavens and edged each cloud
with fire that danced and billowed proud.
Heralding a bright new day
that blew the sullen nights cobwebs away
and lasered light into Earths dark corners,
to gladden the hearts of cynics and mourners.
And Oxeye daisies raised their heads,
whilst sweet campion and larkspur stirred in their beds
and drank the dew the night had bestowed,
as field and meadow softly glowed
in that tranquil, thankful morning light,
that broke each day and banished the night.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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