Winston Edgar Hall

Dawn - Poem by Winston Edgar Hall


A startled creature shrieks with fright as
Though cringing at an entering light, where
Fierce winds whip and weather the night,
Whisking away all fearful plight.

Moonlight recedes in unfailing apt, thus
The soul of the wood is indeed trapped, for
It's very desires are compelled under wrap
By the very motions that hold it in tact.

Ironically intriguing, instinctive intuition
Is a vicious wolf-pack feeding exhibition,
Where cascading fog bears no inhibition
On a violent predators steadfast mission.

Night being their equivalence of hell,
Therefore welcoming the morning spell,
Songbirds' soothing sounds do swell
As if the dissipation-of-night-times' bell,

Nevertheless! The sun's calm, warm rays
Are beckoned forth by ALL to stay, for
Even nature, through turmoil or play, fails
To halt the imminent approach of day.

Winston Edgar Hall

Topic(s) of this poem: morning

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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