At the Dawning Posted on November 27, 2012 by The Course of Our Seasons At The Dawning Soft as spider silk Light as breath Fabric baring threads Of caress and comfort Colors not But night and light Black white none Easy to have Kept as sleep In the heart Nodding to waking Shed to skin At the dawning Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Hi. The light, spider silk feeling of this poem clings to every line… very nice… Jane
Sweet as the silk, very simple and nice. Gorgeous picture!
I feel like your poem wrapped itself around me, soft as silk. Not sticky as spider silk though!
fantastic view of dawn
this reads like a painting…so beautiful
I love this one – every word
I specially love the opening lines ~ beautiful writing ~
Lovely poem !
Love light as breath… dawn can be so beautiful.
fabric bearing th wear of touch…makes me think of the quilt i have…my mom made it before i was born so its at least 40 years old and worn but this time of year we pull it out cause its so heavy and warm….but makes for a fine metaphor as well…smiles.