Dawn

Smudge of light
Motes tumble, reflected
Early brilliance in slow motion.
Breath of warmth
Dawn’s opening move;
Announcing fresh morning.
Hint of life,
Early pigeon’s call
First visitor arrives, prepared.
These building blocks
Composition new, each day
Construction of what is to come.


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020