Dawn's Rose
I greeted you
this morning
at the pivotal part
of day.
Still gray out
dew in the air
I walked your path.
Emerging from
brown twigs
and sleepy greens
you secretly
showed your face
unaccustomed
to your own
newness and beauty.
And there
in the silence
that only a
crow’s caw sliced
I know
you greeted me.
©2010 Sherrie Lovler