Friday 28 July 2023

The Dawning of Light


Neither hot nor cold
The summer morning
Was one of anticipation—
The yet to rise sun
Stopped just under the mountain range
Painting the horizon graduated hues
Of pinks, oranges and purples—
The scene was unchanging
For a perdurable eternity
As I simply waited
Without thought
Without feeling
Silently gazing at the predawn sky.
The Dawning of Light No.1 - 2020