h2>Dating : Dawn
Rays smile, beams dance down,
Morning, noon, then night pass away,
Images flicker, this circle shines now
A more yellow sky opens today —
Life rises, falls, in a rhythmical whirl
A pattern of arc, a spiral of light
Among the gold streaks a lone girl
Is watching the sun’s curling bright.
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Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for the waking dawn,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
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Evening clothes her in antique hue,
Peace is the color, wisdom the word,
Silver portion is her’s, in this midnight blue —
To advise, to counsel, to teach, to award.
As the stars shine forth, on this, life’s last twilight,
I look at her bent hands, her dim eye,
A mother of mothers, a girl’s guiding light —
I hope she’s done much, for only doings don’t die.
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Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for enlightened eyes,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
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Noon brings forth her blinding white
Love is the color, a wife and a mother
Bask in a soft warmth, this the highlight —
To hold her husband’s hand, her baby’s finger.
As the light blazes down, on this, life’s grand climax —
I stare at her full lap, her warm arms,
The keeper of home, the birther of souls,
I hope she is charmed, as now are all charms.
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Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for the blush of love,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
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Dawn opens softly, her rosy fingertips
Clear is the color, new the idea.
Mist kissed is morning, fresh is each green glimpse —
A girl stands, on the cusp of what will be.
As the new day rises, with sleep’s veils ascent —
Drenching an old land, washing a clean face,
Her garden inclosed, spring shut up, her fountain sealed yet,
I hope she is ready, as she too runs this race.
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Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for courage to come.
Waiting, in the morning’s rise.
