Dawn kneels quietly at my window,
peering in, gently waking me.
The fringe of the morning, the cool blue of first light
as the moon's ardour wanes and cornsilk yellow
silently ushers in the sun, crowned in its
helmet of gold, bringing light’s unsingable psalm.
The dawn's demure revelation of another day,
crowned with grace and provisioned with new mercies,
eclipses the gaudy glory of a day's cessation,
the grandeur of a sunset incapable of matching
the nobility of the envoy bringing
life and hope to all.
MDC
April 2021
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