Poetry Competition Entry: Dawn
Dawn
I wait upon the dawn
Innocence astounding
Like a very young fawn
Jumping, joy abounding
And alas but slow
A breaking dawn
With a holy glow
Comes the morn
The winter’d oak
Whose bare branches
Accept the cloak
Yellows, reds, oranges
Doth greet the Father
His welcome rays
Provide for larder
And ferns and grass and sprays
So comes another day
And He lights our way
By Draco Ravenhead