The Break of Dawn
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Friday, June 10, 2005
Gentle moods of daylight prime
give way to human rise
Out of the dark it comes alive
reflecting times gone by
A song of morning once again
the chirping bird is heard
his gathering of food is seen
and searching undeterred
A beauty in the crystal air
and scent from flowered rose
a dove up high with polished wings
from drops of water's flow
Unfolding of the earth once more
as seen before my eyes
The wonderous of the break of dawn
a truth I can't deny
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