Dawn (2017)

​Sun peers up at disbanded night
At faded clusters of whispering stars
Sky’s soft breath sends the wind on its way
And she lifts sun up with tired arms
 
Fresh sun adorns sky’s shifting robe,
Drowning earth’s shadows with gentle breaths
Whispering wind rushes through trees,
Bringing souls back from the brink of death
 
Sloping horizon, reaching up from the earth
Wraps the sun in her gentle embrace
And as crashing sea whispers to coast’s waiting ear,
With first crimson stroke the sky is graced