After the beautiful setting sun comes darkness. After the beautiful darkness comes dawn.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday — After
Tag: dawn
Remarkable Forgotten Dreams
Dreams I can’t remember–
I wonder–were they nice?
When I wake I understand
They enhance like spice.
Who was busy through the night?
I can not recall.
Who then turned the morning on?
Who put color in the dawn?
That one did it all.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday. Mish hosts today with the prompt word “spice”.
Photo: “Water Garden” by the author taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
The Muse at Dawn
Some don’t believe in muses, but
At dawn mine spins my heart.
I don’t deserve such tenderness.
Perhaps one day we’ll part.
Then I will look upon the day,
Pretend she wasn’t real,
Pretend those fairy tales were false,
Pretend I do not feel.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #25 hosted by Björn.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 