light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
poetry, prose, and photography
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
Night flows into dawn
Dreams shift to reality
Such is our life’s path
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
Dawn rises quickly
Or perhaps that’s just illusion?
The birds are singing
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne
Awake before dawn
In winter that is normal
Dawn’s not soon enough