Dawns Poems - Poems about Dawns

An epiphany dawns

wee hours of the morn
deep stillness the mode
as funnel of pure awareness
we stand erect in our abode

all worlds around us swirl
illusions, dreamlike surreal 
around the Sushumna whirl
we know them to be unreal

we are at the centre 
pristine, untouched, nonchalant 
we feel no urge to enter
for our heart is free from want

several hours go by
we remain

Before the City Dawns

(A subaltern dawn song...)


We rise before the rooster cries,

Before the sky begins to blush,

Before the bosses sip their tea,

We sweep the silence with a hush.




The city sleeps in dreams of glass,

We move like whispers through its veins

With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace,

Erasing footprints made of stains.



The milkman’s cycle hums its tune,

His bell rings

Counting Dawns

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,
but they are catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too late have to wait,
have to stare at a future blankness
while ears gatecrash the present.

Will the thrown newspaper
land on the lower or upper step?
It matters,
a quantifying arithmetic is essential
to determine next

Clear light dawns

Viewing dream forms as projection of mind,
an aspect of the Self entwined with God,
all fears and desires are then left behind,
transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed,
distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed.
Our soul ascends on choosing to atone,
when our reflex response is love alone,
that come what may, we grant bliss right of way,
as

riding the 644-614

What a two-year period we communicate, it
could have been you, yeah, you, Your
presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day,
you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 
614, To the world of life, revived and anew.

For two good years, you invigorated me,
With witty and easy-going conversations,
Talking to you brought charm and cheer,

A New Day Dawns

As day dawns, the sky gleams bright.
Fresh clean reborn, the morn's alight.

I am the glimmer in the sun's feeble rays,
That its hope will bring me better days.

I am the dew caught on blades of grass.
Glinting beads that gleam esteem in glass.

I am the caress of the gentle breeze,
That dances, awakening rustling leaves.

I am the artist

As Another July Day Dawns

As Another July Day Dawns

Stippling . . .
The leaves of the trees
S p a t t e r i n g   …Their
   Silhouettes 
       filling my window  
(Barely to be seen while stll so early)
The dark dots …
     of the

There are nights without stars and dawns without dew

There are nights without stars and dawns without dew,
When time seems like an eternity and desires weigh heavily upon us,
Late snowfalls and blizzards that ache, seemingly endless,
There are moments that want to belong to us alone in this eternal dream.
The grass always green under your foot’s touch
As you walk slowly through the garden of our

DAWNs DELIGHT

I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.
A trip, I take, around huddle of trees.
The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet.

With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite.
Break of lull’by, and brightly colored breeze.
I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight.

The oaks, disrobe the night, outlook upbeat.
Their leaves, in burst of honey-love, do

The dawn when dawns

Drowsy dreams when wake up with life, 
Dawn breaks to light from nightlong dark, 
Birds sing when to welcome first spark, 
Skies turn when from grey to red-rife, 
On trees when I see tender leaves,
New hopes sprout in my unsure mind,
My doubts when a new address find,
Hope a new hinge on which life lives.

When dawn

Dawns through the darkness

Through the portals of life, I must pass a bridge
beyond which dawn beckons to ward off darkness.
The hazy silhouette of trees is an ethereal glow
from the night sky - a negative nirvana.

Floating on an ether of dark and haggard images
like a vagrant in a sea of feckless innocence
I hold on to the serenity of accepting

SOLACE WINTERS SPRING DAWNS-

in the latter moments
seasons move slowly quick
lowering abundance consequence
grounds covered in dews mist
end of Winter, breath of artic
springs next on seasons list
kiss of solace of springtime rings
welcoming robins-sparrows solemn sings


1/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Joyful, Joyful Dawns the Day

Joyful, joyful dawns the day.
Night has gone, has gone away.
The long-awaited time has come,
The birth of Christ, of Christendom.
House of David, raise your voices,
All of heaven’s host rejoices.
Darkness trembles, Light abiding,
Hope in all our hearts residing.
Long the night, now close your eyes.
To the east are brightening skies.

Mary, Jesus both are sleeping,
Joseph vigil o’er them keeping,
Brilliance

Dawns light

Dawns light awakens everything in this dark abyss

Wake Our Dawns As True Beautiful Flightless Angels

Wake Our Dawns As True Beautiful Flightless Angels

Sweet small offerings I give to you
Till your hands say a fine hello
The months wear thinly our hungers
I can almost hear your voice
Standing in the valley of abstinence
Nights peering into blasting moonlight
Out of my deep loving heart
Flows great winds of sheer desire
I pause, living for your breath
You that

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