Young Dawn With Fingertips Of Rose Poem by Kimberley Waldron

Young Dawn with fingertips of rose
Would unfurl over the mountain tops
Unleashing a regal display of fascinating beauty for the world to see. Along her side came the swallows
Ready to make there descent down far
And frolic in the Waters pond that glistened ahead.
While the maidens of the east
Came to go through there daily regiment
While gossiping of the faux paux of their time,
All along the boys would sneak behind the oaks
And peer at the young gift of the gods
Content in other matters
Not able to see the trouble afar them.
Would anyone be able to retain such pleasure of the day,
But young dawn must rest at once while early moon take its place.