Dawn’s Plea

foggy morning

Sparkles dance when fingers brush
against a frosty pane

The wind catcher spins below
while bare limbs sway above

 A black lab rests unmovable
beneath a rocking truck

Fog ignores Dawn’s plea to lift
till Wind pushes the issue

 

Graphic by Annie Spratt courtesy of Unsplash

2 thoughts on “Dawn’s Plea

  1. Thank you, V.J. This poem actually came to me in a dream while I was in Florida last week. Glad you stopped by. I am still trying to play catch up with my technical challenges. I look forward to visiting your site soon.

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