The Dawn's Spell

krutarth

On the placid river,

a boat;

of tattered tin, 

leaves swirls of water brewing;

gently within.

 

the creaking of;

the rusty hull,

and the faint murmur,

of the water;

murky and dull.

 

the robin;

and its daybreak monotone,

obscure the sodden;

iron-grey waters,

the frightening face,

of the river not yet;

caressed by sun's embrace.

  • Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2021 04:30
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 19
  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.
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Comments2

  • Lorna

    It cast it's spell....

    • krutarth

      thanks a lot, you made my day!!

    • Goldfinch60

      The sun's caress will son be there and bring light to the river and all life.

      Andy

      • krutarth

        I hope so too!!



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