The Mistress Of Dawn


The Mistress Of Dawn

The mistress of dawn

Her windswept tresses

Gleaming rose and gold

Drifting slowly by

Her pale drowsy face

Gently flushed

By the night’s caress

Still lingering

Like a lover’s touch

Ever fading

As she sighs

Clouds

Erupting into the heavens

Above a soft and silent place

Framed

Against a fragile

Translucent

Canvas of blue

© Ann Bagnall 2021

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