Dawn

One of the best times living on a farm.

 

Dawn

by

Leslie Golding Mastroianni

 

Dawn is the time when the bats fly home

Home for them is the highest rafter in the barn.

Barn’s eastern wall catches the first sunbeams

Sunbeams signal the morning glory’s horn.

Horn’s blowing can be bad or good

Good Joshua in the Bible blew the horn for victory.

Victory is illusive, it must be stated.

Stated and it makes our hearts cry.

Cry for the dawn is all we can do

Do as the dawn creeps so gently

Gently and so slowly that we want to scream.

Scream all you want, it says, but ponder this--

This is my healing pledge to you.

You will open like the morning glory

Glory will come after the long, long nights

Nights will eventually end in the dawn.

Reviews

[Mary]

Again, the writing style of your poem is amazing! Also, you had me at the first line, (I'm a big fan of bats). The flowing nature of this poem and your word choice is truly a beacon of light. Well done!

[steppenwolf]

Just so beautiful that we "ran into each other." Yes, I love our bats. Thank you so much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i loved my days on the farm back in Vermont...i am reminded.