Dawn came looking

 Dawn came looking


Dawn came looking over the sea

Making its way from Wales

The sun, red at first,

Lit up the sky in May. 


All is forgotten

The long storms of winter

All is forgiven

The rains of December. 


Bright shines the sun 

Rising over the harbor

Filling with light

A morning of wonder. 


High rise our spirits

At the beginning of summer 

Hope fills our breast 

As we refind our courage. 


Welcome these  bright days

As evenings grow longer 

Gold fills the sky

The sea shines of silver 


Birds fallen silent

In quiet contemplation 

Of the joy that is springing

O’er a world that is sleeping. 


The curtains are pulled

The windows flung open

The cool morning air

Invading the bedroom. 


Amazed by the ordinary

Miracles keep giving

Every day, every morning

No matter our form. 


Sunshine is running

Across tousled bedclothes

Gilding the pillows

Warming our toes. 


The colors will leach

As the sun rises higher

Leaving a memory

Seared on our heart

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