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Poem 105: Awake the dawn Bruce Goodman © 18 October 2021 |
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Boasting rooster in quick morning light will awake the dawn. Blue moon rising in the dead of night will awake the dawn. Some children like to snuggle up in warmth and stay in bed, Yet they on Christmas day with delight will awake the dawn. The disenchanted lover wanders home alone to mope; Life has lost its spark, and moans of plight will awake the dawn. The forest sleeps, yet creatures roam its depths in well-worn paths; Myriads of birds defying quiet will awake the dawn. A rosebud waits unopened, well hid in corner garden; Its courageous opening petals bright will awake the dawn. And Bruce entrapped inside by winter’s callous frozen clutch, Spreading wings in spring and taking flight will awake the dawn. |