Poetry Practice: Night to Dawn

In the still of night, 

Shadows dance and play.

Soft moonlight fades,

As stars begin to sway. 

Silent whispers of 

Darkness start to fade;

As first light of dawn 

Begins to cascade.

Misty tendrils of 

Dawn embrace the sky; 

Painting colors of hope 

As night says goodbye. 

Birds chirp their sweet songs, 

Now greeting the morn, 

As the world awakens, 

A new day is born.

Golden hues of sun

Smothering the Earth, 

Bringing warmth and life,

A sense of rebirth.

Posted in response to the challenge Poetry Month.

MillieMilesinTheWild

VT

17 years old

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