Dawn's Soul Poem by Emily Myers

The sun rises, a new dawn on a clear, crisp day
the dark night paved the landscape in a white washed spray
clean slate and blank pages, the ground pure and snow white
wash away the darkness, hills rise clean and bright.
The day has a new soul, like an infant: innocent and naïve
so beautiful, so perfect, so cold it’s hard to breathe
The luminescent landscape shimmers in fragmented flakes
Branches dipped in ice hang low over deeply frozen lakes
For one still moment, the world is perfect and fresh
Nothing moves or speaks as the dawn takes its first breath
And then the moment’s broken by the first busy street
The perfect snow tainted, by dark soot and debris