Poetry Dig

Dawn

Dawn blushed-betrayed her waking sky

To gently break another morrow fine.

Night waned-the black receding-highland

Reaching for the early morning wine.

The chorus rendered frantic caws and

Chirps and other avian song,

Mapping out the mine and yours and

Goading more to sing along!

Quiescent water-deep of lake- reflected out the hazy red but

Through the glass, a flick, a break

She hands on another blissful day

Warming blood that gives to her display

This poem relates to me because I used to sit out and watch the sunset with my grandpa when he lived in a cabin.

Personification, imagery, end rhyme