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Days spin
in and out of sight;
night falls,
stalls and starts again.
When will the dawn break,
take us out of the dark,
bark with the first deer,
hear the first bird,
word-woven and pink-gold,
folded samite, spread?
Dread of the unknown and unseen,
green-clouded ocean skies,
dies in the sun-touched morning’s early
pearly haze.
of a son
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Beautifully written. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
So full of beautiful images! I love the flows, too–just like the way the sky changes.
It’s funny that I had barque and you had bark–and we both had sky seas. 😀
Ha ha! I hadn’t noticed that, but whenever I see that painting or hear the word ‘barque’ the images of your poems and mine get entangled 🙂
Awww❤️. I’m sure the same thing happens on my end. . .well, it would, wouldn’t it?
I expect so 🙂
A sparkling through the trees
In winter the sun has to rise properly before we see it over the edge of the hill.
We need the fog to clear before we glimpse it 💜
True 🙂
This is exquisitely drawn, Jane! I especially love this part; “When will the dawn break, take us out of the dark, bark with the first deer, hear the first bird, word-woven and pink-gold, folded samite, spread?”💝💝
Thank you, Sanaa 🙂
‘…dark/ bark with the first deer/ hear…’
beautiful xo
Thanks Nick x
Wonderful images. As we always revere this time. Thank you for sharing, Jane!
It’s an important time 🙂
Indeed, Jane! Have a beautiful weekend! After todays using of our public transportation system i think for the next week i will stay far away from it. Four hours for coming home, on 36 km.
That’s terrible! Is it because of the weather?
A prayer if ever there was one. You’re using your form (forgot the name of it) which makes it even more personal.
We had a dawn the other morning when it was frosty (beautiful) and this morning too, warm and watery!
I call it a serpent’s tail form 🙂
Every day Nature puts on a show. Ah yes! I need to try one of them one of these days.
Once in a while is enough 🙂
Lovely serpentine piece Jane – ‘early/pearly haze’ is particularly fine. The rhymes add an emphatic-ness (?) to what is a lilting piece, so interesting to read/say out loud.
Thanks Peter. I like linking thoughts and images with a rhyme. The chain effect seems to make it more concrete. Emphatic, as you say.
Your world has such magic light. (K)
The first sun peering into the little valley full of mist and dew is lovely.
Beautiful
Thank you.
Love your photo Jane .. full of mystery and promise, beckoning me into the light!
Thanks Liz. The first and last light is always wonderful 🙂
So lovely Jane, that Dawn lifting us out of dread, at least around a few starts and stalls. Loving the early pearly haze.
Thank you, Lona 🙂 When we can see the break between night and day, it’s somehow comforting.
this is sort of an inverse to your dusk poem, “The wind is blue”
Yes, I suppose it is! We’re always either winding forwards or backwards. Everything is circular, brings us back to the present moment.
There is no other gift like the present,
It’s all we have, the past is done with and the future is full of possibilities but no certainties.
Like those stars, looking down, or away. the two poems are a nice juxtapostition and whole. Just enjoyed reading them in sequence. https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/the-wind-is-blue/
It’s one of the differences between August and December. The twilight in the summer is long and soft like the nights and it’s easier to accept that the stars are neither benevolent or malevolent, they’re just there. In winter we have to snatch the daylight and treasure it, and the indifference of nature seems almost physical.
I’m glad you picked the summer poem out and waved it at me. It’s good to remember that it really did happen 🙂
They are both so lovely, and leave it to you Jane, to point out the relevance and feel that a little tilt on the axis can bring to our perceptions. 🙂 I am a summer girl myself mostly.
Me too 🙂 I can see the beauty in the winter season, but it makes me physically ill and I feel for the birds and animals that don’t have an ‘indoors’, even a chilly one!
🙂
Very beautiful
Thank you 🙂
You are most welcome indeed
🙂
‘When will the dawn break,
take us out of the dark,’
How many people must be asking this right now? It cannot come too soon, if you ask me, but I fear it will take some time!
There are all kinds of dark, and some people will focus on one aspect and ignore the insidious darkness that won’t go away with the spring! I wish!
A stunning dawn break, Jane! You made these lines dance with the internal rhyme, the short rhymes and brisk rhythm:
‘When will the dawn break,
take us out of the dark,
bark with the first deer,
hear the first bird’
and I love ‘word-woven and pink-gold’.
Thanks Kim 🙂 Some poems need to skip to their own rhythm 🙂
😊
Love your photo ..!!
Thank you!
Nature holds the answer. How to convince others of that is the quandary.
If only there was money in it…
I enjoyed all the wordplay here, especially the hyphenated words and the clever rhymes mentioned above with “early pearly haze.” That moment of dawn is pure magic and deserving of such beautiful verses! 👏💖
Thanks Tricia. It’s lovely to see a bright dawn after days of rain!
Yes!
🙂
I would love to have real dawn… so far December has brought us nothing but darkness and dusk…
We’re further south here so the sun does actually rise for a few hours. But not in torrential rain it doesn’t.
So far we have had zero hours of clear skies in December… no torrents just drizzle…
At least it’s been varied here. Some clear skies, beautiful night skies, and whole days of downpour. The streams ditches and paths are all rivers.
Lovely poem and photography…
The sparkling sunlight looks great!
Thank you! The sun breaking through morning mist is always pretty 🙂
Welcome!
Yes, indeed beautiful morning view.
We haven’t had enough sunny mornings lately and far too much rain!
Yes, it’s a great welcome break for you. 🙏
🙂
Reblogged this on B +Ve !!.
Thank you for the reblog 🙂
Pleasure…🙏
🙂