Outside my window, underneath an eave,
nestlings chirr, greeting the new dawn
Sleepy eyes begin to open, seeking,
much to do now that dark of night is gone
The Keeper of the Stars is gathering
her children onto a cloud where they loll.
Dawn is stretching her fingers out, pulling
light out of golden tresses, letting them fall
Dew is spun into rainbows, clouds, stacked
in a corner of the sky where they wait
Triumphant and with her greatest glory,
Dawn makes her entrance a little bit late
The moment when everything is brand new,
we are given chalkboards, blank of mistakes,
empty of regret, no sorrows linger
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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