At Dawn


Gentle mist kissed face
As dawn breaks free
Nights embrace released

Lake Superior morning
Soft boundaries fade
Land to rock to water

A cool spring breeze
Drawing, Beckoning
In an embrace of All

5 comments on “At Dawn

  1. Adri naude says:

    Beautiful poem Stephen, I can just imagine the mist touching ones face. I love it specially early morning walking on the beach.

  2. You write of a place you love so well, Stephen. Who wouldn’t want to witness.

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