Dawn
Dawn
by M. Griswold
04/13/2020
The Sun, rises slowly over a slumbering plain.
Stretching to touch the shadows with embered strain.
A flower, provoked upon it's sense of warming of light.
Blooms gradually open from it's slumbering night.
Morning dew excited, wakes upon lying petals soft.
Heated to steam then gently, slowly lifts aloft.
All this to reach for life's richness renew.
Is how my love has grown for knowing you.
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