nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

THE DAWN OF DAY

Do not allow
The shadows fall
Upon the fleeting
Glimpse of dawn
Its golden echo
Its smiling face
Givng birth to life
Its scented grace.

Each flower dances
In wild delight
Upon the breeze
Farewell to night
The tall trees
Arms outstretched
Leaves to sparkle
Sunlight etched.

A new face now
To natures breast
A loving mother
Its secret kept
Wrapped within
The eternal turn
Of each season
Its love to burn.