November Dawn

I wake to greying dawn of day
as time stands still, suspended…
breathe November’s crisp and brown
edge of winds upended.

Westerly gusts, with gratitude,
turn my head to see the dawn
escape above the edge of earth
into the grey and covered morn.

Last slivers glint unto my eyes,
raise a spark of hope, I pray,
carry me beyond the waking,
pull me through another day,
calm in all life’s coming…

4 Comments

Filed under Nature, Perspective, Poetry, Universal Soul

4 responses to “November Dawn

  1. Pat Tomnay

    This one hits me in the right place. It’s beautiful…………….

  2. I have come across a number of posts about November. There is something about that month. I can feel the influence of Emerson in your poetry. Very soothing to me.
    Sylvie G (if you are interested in reading some prose)
    http://mariececile525dotcom.wordpress.com/2014/11/18/november/

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