The Dawn is a feeble old woman
Shuffling creakily.
The razor sharp winds rule.
Fog is her heavy mantle.
Grey is the colour - the mood.
Suddenly an uproar of parrots
-A golden shimmer of a Hawk.
And a blue jay a-glinting
On a gnarled and faded tree.
A lone pansy nods its little head bravely.
All declare- the Dawn is lazy and slow too :
But the Sun will definitely Shine through.
Shuffling creakily.
The razor sharp winds rule.
Fog is her heavy mantle.
Grey is the colour - the mood.
Suddenly an uproar of parrots
-A golden shimmer of a Hawk.
And a blue jay a-glinting
On a gnarled and faded tree.
A lone pansy nods its little head bravely.
All declare- the Dawn is lazy and slow too :
But the Sun will definitely Shine through.