Dawn blushed; betrayed her waking sky

To gently break another morrow fine.

Night waned  the black receding  highland

Reaching for the early morning wine.

The chorus rendered frantic caws and

Chirps and other avian song,

Mapping out the 'mine and yours, ' and

Goading more to sing along!

Quiescent water  deep of lake Â

Reflected out the hazy red, but

Through the glass, a flick, a break:

An urgent tail from hidden bed!

And in the meadow, waking faces

Calmly spread a coloured veil;

The dew disclosing spider laces Â

Oft with once a flyÂs travail!

Dawn blushed; revealed her inner peace;

She handed on another blissful day.

Night ebbed, relenting to release of

Warming blood that gives to her display.

Dawn by Mark R. Slaughter