Michael Edwards

THE DEWS OF DAWN

 

 

 

THE DEWS OF DAWN

 

 

 

On miry tracks with ponderous thoughts

released from adamantine chains

she  walked alone in dishabille

suppressing pained ingratitude.

 

Undeterred by remonstrance

and held in liberties embrace

with attitude of meek repose

she stood in subtle symmetry.

 

She smiled with  natural impulses

and at her feet the river tinged

in blue beneath a trellised bridge

her profile framed by arches.

 

And there upon the morning grass

beneath a cloud of waning tears

she drank the dews of dawn.