Dawning

Dawning

photo by Dana Dampier

Daybreaks golden fingers

Reach toward overcast hearts

Warming them to a glow

Love settles upon newly amiable lips

As want sparkles in now aware eyes

… and the need to touch...

Becomes sweetly unbearable

Countless lonely nights

Slip into the back of already forgotten memories

Shared with dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/22/quadrille-158-morning-has-broken/

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Linda Lee LybergAugust 22, 2022 at 4:22 PM
What lovely words- thanks for joining us!
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Ron.August 22, 2022 at 5:59 PM
Beautiful Flow. Thanks
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FireblossomAugust 22, 2022 at 6:19 PM
Oh! Lovely!!!
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AnonymousAugust 22, 2022 at 7:16 PM
I really like the first stanza. It drew me into the poem. Nicely done quadrille.

Arcadia Maria
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JadeLiAugust 22, 2022 at 9:39 PM
I like the idea of the reiki fingers of the sun warming us. Wonderful happy ending for these two.
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paeansunpluggedAugust 22, 2022 at 10:35 PM
It is wonderful when morning can help us forget the lonely night! Beautifully written.
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brudbergAugust 23, 2022 at 1:40 PM
Love such a wonderful awakening... it's like having walked for way too long, lost on dark roads and coming to a glorious crossroad.
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purplepeninportland.comAugust 25, 2022 at 7:44 PM
Beautifully written, Dana!
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ben AlexanderAugust 30, 2022 at 7:29 AM
"Becomes sweetly unbearable"

Wow, Dana... I could feel these words run through me.

Sincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
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