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 Here Come The Dawn

Is night the passing of respite,

A little space to dream 

with eyes closed and minds

Open to existing realms unseen?

Or is there wonder too 

In the every day of dawning,

Close to the bosoms of awe,

A miracle of restart bringing?

Yes! the dawn is worth the hope,

The chance to continue or,

To delete and start again,

The inspiration of plan-to-make,

Of futures to carve out,

Dreams to sketch a blueprint,

Of ways forward to future,

Dare to give to today a hint.

That startup time, that nuance 

Of newness,  is the dawn we await

With its silent preface;

Then patterns of birdsongs,  to

Fillow on the heels to blue sky,

Where clouds  quietly drifting,

All embracing coverage,

And morning moon fading.

The twinkling of night,

The shadows and silhouettes,

The neon flashes,

All must kowtow to the transience

Of dawn;

The middling phase of; its here,

See? a new day.

It has come from no where.

© gillena cox 2024

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

MTB: It Begins to Dawn

for todays MTB prompt we are writing in the poetry style of the A L’Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca:

 

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