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dawn chorus
by Peter HumphreysThe dawn
was
glistening
cold
frost
in the air
frost
on the strand.
Across the bay,
the moon
cast
radiant light
across
jet black
unrippling
waters.
The cave
was bleak
but calm.
We fell
together
in our
first embrace
fecund
furtive
but
unfearing.
To the south
a cacophony
arose.
She smiled.
I wept.
At last. 01/04/2006 Posted on 01/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Robin Patterson on 01/04/06 at 05:06 PM Peter, I liked the way you described the things of the dawn,bay and cove as having much in sync with the heart of the man--oh, what peace we release when we let go. Robin |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/04/06 at 07:12 PM The night - the waiting, the dawn - the release. Tremendous write, Peter. |
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