Window At Dawn
spinning dreams like
Irish fairytales
weaved in spider spun baskets
held my memory still and soft
in hibernation as fossils
waking from haunting slumber
in rock cottages on oceans wild and blue
telling tales of childlike delight
with giggles of innocent freedom
while through the window
catching the glint
in the sun’s opening eye
the golden blanket of hope sneaks
on silent caterpillar feet
slowly measuring
the distance of shadows
as the warbles of songbirds lift
to the amazing dawn of sky
my joy warms the cold blankets
as eyes vaguely open
mating with the new found day
capsized with the heartbeat and rhythms
of all that walks, runs, swims or flies
my joy leaps into this womb
of eternal happiness
as I rise to a splendid day
April 13, 2021
All Yours Poetry Contest April
Sponsored by Brian Strand
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