Bleary eyed dawn peeks wearily
To the reverend call of wood pigeon
She gazes through the glass of two black cats
Hoping to enter my home warmth
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A lively personified Dawn... it gets livelier when human life enters: Spoon and china pours hot water over precious Aisian tea I silently welcome dawn into the heart and mind of Me...
This poem blossoms like a flower as one reads it. I love how it's not try-hard at all, it just flows perfectly and says exactly what you mean to say, with such graceful choice of words. fantastic Karen, you never disappoint me!
A gentle celebration, an affirmation of belonging to nature and a connectedness to its complexity and the splendid site of dawn savoured with a steeping brew.