Anxious Dawn Poem by Rory Briggs

The man and his dog
Waded hours through fog.
His mind pounded decidedly on,
Pealing back branches to night's dire depths.

About the bracken
A beam seeped into his way,
As thoughts anticipated
Fateful signs of day.

Dawn engulfing his footing
With an arresting violet tide mark.
Above his brow he witnessed
As he stood, dazed as the dear,
The careless carrousel of wind
Smothering summits,
Amid its wake.