The morning slowly rises,
clothed 'neath shadows blue-grey.
Peeking through autumn's chill,
a patchwork quilt, her way.
Her breath, a ribboned edge,
smooth velvet-like appears,
whispers 'cross dark with light
blazing a trail, warmth sears.
Dawning flames spread pink hues,
stoking daylight's promise,
dreamy remnants, night's hope,
blendings mysterious.
copyright Vicki Nicholls 2021
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://thecontemplativevoyager.wordpress.com/2021/11/18/life-happens-so-do-dawnings/
