The dawn breaks grey and desolate.
No song birds sing to greet the day
I view the world disconsolate
It seems that night is here to stay.
But later on the sun will rise,
the morning mists evaporate
and change the world before my eyes.
I only have to watch and wait
As from the east the light will spread.
The sun will rise triumphantly
to take his station overhead.
A sight I welcome heartily.
A blackbird sings. His orison
informs the world that night is gone.
18-Jan-08
Ivor, you have written an elegant contemplation of the changing face of dawn. What fascinates even more is the way you equate the changeable mood of the man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another of your wonderful writes Ivor. Your inspiration is endless. I take such pleasure in finding and reading your poems they are so good. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX