Dawn and Dew

Resisting the morning cold and waiting patiently for the bliss of dawn

A dim of sunlight blooming in the horizon 

dew in leaves, murmur of birds, freshness of the early morning air

companionship in the character of a book

and solitude while appreciating the precious time

Time of my life, of my youth that I try to freeze

Before it takes leave

What does the air do to my mind !

It makes me bleed ink on a paper

And transform feelings into words

Unutterable and sweet

And before I could embrace it all or save it in a deep breath

it's gone to be renewed again

                                                             

Author's Note

Written December, 2019
seriously I don't know why It takes me years to publish what I write xD

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We never know when the muse calls but when she does we must make the most of it. It seems that early morning is a time she likes. I can understand that, the breaking of the day, when night fades and light takes centre stage is time I like too. I enjoyed your lines here Black Jess. Gettgst pen writing.

Chris