It is the edge of Dawn
And Mother Earth's senses are keen
Even in her adolescence
She remembers last night's dream;
No invisible boundaries built
No taboo's nor warning's revealed
No history of extinguished sun rise
Only mystic warmth and glory- sealed;
A breath of Honeysuckle- most Divine
And unraveling of an ebon' sky into cobalt blue
A lemon yellow orb rising with it's beams
Voila-a Spring day - dressed in brand new;
An Ambassador of the sheerest beauty
A galed wind - now but a quiet breeze
No hide and seek of all creatures in nature
Nor frosted morning dew- nor solid freeze;
Just the edge of Dawn - breaking in splendour
Mother Earth's senses are ever so keen
The songbird's are singing in utter joy
In this - 'the light' - of the in between;
By, Theodora Onken
May 14,2013
The Aurora and daylight in Spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem