The Dawning Sun
When spring is like the dawning sun
through frosted panes anticipate
the morning after winter's done.
In vernal womb where life's begun
the anxious babes of summer wait
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Another lace of frost is spun,
the doily art, so brief, abates
the morning after winter's done.
So weary of cold winter fun
and melting paths of ski and skate
when spring is like the dawning sun.
Then off to blossom's orchards run
to challenge life while tempting fate!
The morning after winter's done.
We sip rewards, a race now won -
a yellow hug of warmth awaits,
when spring is like the dawning sun
the morning after winter's done.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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