Dawn’s Love #poetry #spring #photography

Skin reflects the dawn’s dew

as the sun shyly crests

the roundness of our hills

eyes their softness caress

await the hues and colors

of a brand new day

nature fills her chorus

each instrument tuned to play

lowing in the fields

twittering near our ears

wrap me in dawn’s splendor

it’s chilly cradle me near

Photography: Sierra Foothills at Dawn  (taken by my iphone) 2011 copyright L. Moon

Author: moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we started working with an E. African team developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. As a bio major and nurse, it is exciting to use my knowledge to encourage young minds to love science. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

6 thoughts on “Dawn’s Love #poetry #spring #photography”

  1. Come spring I get a large thermos of coffee and drive off or cycle looking for dawn. There is nothing like the sounds and smells that meet your senses as the sun crests our hills.


    1. Pehle Shaheed ko to pehchan len Musalman, us ke baad Mashhood ko peacihnahn ge. Aur phir kahin unity ki baat aaye gi.انسان کو بیدار تو ہو لینے دوہر قوم پکا رے گی کیا؟ ہمارے ہیں حسین


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