Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
belies
the bitter cold

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach

Our Spot

I’ll meet you there
when the stars come out
and we’ll name them until dawn

The Awakening Day

gentle as
a mother’s kiss
the touch of dawn

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

Duty

the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day