Dawn Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Dawn
Grey
is the Dawn, opening
the book
of a new day
the rainbow
an esplanade, traversing
the sky's rim.
sky
is a blue-like veil
hung in suspense, leaping
over
day's painted cumuli
and cirrus white-
white as starched linen
or crisp paper
crisper
than the green
and regal grass, stalking
the silent hill.
lovely poem a harmony of pictures I am subjective it is the time of day that i await best wishes Shimon
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8/6/2026 10:19:17 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Beautifully descriptive and continuously woven til the end.Love it! ! ! ! ! !