Dawn~

To the east,

Where darkness rules,

A weak, dim light

Dapples the hills in golden, swirling pools.

The blackened sky

 Is touched by wonder,

And the veiled horizon

Reveals its color.

First a soft shade of yellow,

Then a touch of gold;

Followed by a cherry pink,

Heaven's glories do unfold.

The sparrows awake,

Giving thanks to the morning.

They lift up their voices

In a song free of mourning.

The new day is blessed.

The mouse, rabbit, and fawn

Awake in the meadow,

And all watch in awe the lovely, coming dawn.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011