Dawn's Weary Whisper Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

As night's veil slowly lifts,
Consciousness creeps, vision shifts.
Awake, yet blurred, in twilight's haze,
Caught between sleep and day's first rays.

The faithful lamp, now cold and dim,
Its vigil ended on a whim.
Shadows dance in fading light,
As dawn chases away the night.

The entrance yawns, a gaping maw,
Barely lit by morning's thaw.
A sigh escapes, heavy with wear,
Echoing in the stillness there.

Another sunrise, another grind,
The cycle etched deep in mind.
A penny earned, a day begun,
The weary dance has just begun.