Cold red dawn,
The night retreats,
~~~ Daylight comes,
The cold lingers on; with pain.
Night skies trade
As the day is made in stain
Of crimson.

Moist blue dawn,
Enter daylight with dim haze,
Foggy, soggy, beading glass;
Footsteps trace
The morning race upon grass
Now boggy



Gloom
to old Poetry

to the Index~~~to Poetry 1999 ~~~to Darkness ~~~to Sal-li’s Story