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Observations from the Garden

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

11 thoughts on “At the Dawning”

jane tims on November 29, 2012 at 7:36 pm said:

Hi. The light, spider silk feeling of this poem clings to every line… very nice… Jane

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gardenlilie on November 28, 2012 at 9:39 pm said:

Sweet as the silk, very simple and nice. Gorgeous picture!

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dogear6 on November 28, 2012 at 8:46 pm said:

I feel like your poem wrapped itself around me, soft as silk. Not sticky as spider silk though!

Nancy

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Sabio Lantz on November 28, 2012 at 4:00 am said:

fantastic view of dawn

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claudia on November 27, 2012 at 11:41 pm said:

this reads like a painting…so beautiful

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artsifrtsy on November 27, 2012 at 9:22 pm said:

I love this one – every word

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Grace on November 27, 2012 at 8:12 pm said:

I specially love the opening lines ~ beautiful writing ~

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Ayala on November 27, 2012 at 7:06 pm said:

Lovely poem !

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Laurie Kolp on November 27, 2012 at 3:59 pm said:

Love light as breath… dawn can be so beautiful.

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brian miller on November 27, 2012 at 3:35 pm said:

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.

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ihatepoetry on November 27, 2012 at 3:07 pm said:

Simply beautiful.

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