Dawn’s Handiwork 

​light trickles through blinds 

dawn’s handiwork is complete 

charm of backlit trees 

Morning moves forward

Morning moves forward

Dawn’s transition fades to light 

Life, again, renewed 

Looking at the Dawn

Dawn rises quickly

Or perhaps that’s just illusion? 

The birds are singing

A spring dawn 

Bird Song filled the air 

After dawn’s light hit the sky 

They scattered: airborne