Dawn

elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head
–
before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves

awake in my bed-
dawn eases through my window
gilding all I see
–
a web of stars-
blackbird songs
invades my dreams

lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls
–
breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table

that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever

waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder

seagulls hovering
wings outstretched and motionless
faced into the wind
–
sunrise-
beach sand in her
wind blown hair

rivers of sunlight-
the waking ocean meets the sky
and the coming dawn
–
sunrise-
morning glory
blossoms

over greening trees
the ashen face of winter
watches the sunrise
–
peep frogs-
rainfall on
the river

any hope of sleep
spurned by the approaching dawn
and a snoring dog
–
sleeping dogs-
the violent death
of a cardboard box

lives in transition
our time of death uncertain
until the next one
–
morning glory-
time enough
to live again