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
2 thoughts on “Dawn’s Plea”
This is so beautiful, LuAnne. I especially like the ending.
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.