Heralding the dawn,
The first fingers of light
Steal in through the glass
Penetrating the gloom
Waking me from my slumber
And stirring me from my dreams
Which but a moment ago
Were vividly real and tangible
Yet now are only half remembered things
Drifting away like mist on the breeze

Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 8, 2012 - 16:32
Hi Paul,
I knew you could do it once again, this is
so much how I wake from dreams to a new day.
Congratulations on those well deserved cherries,
I'm so pleased for you.
Beautiful poem.
Jenny.
Biggus | February 8, 2012 - 18:42
thank you jenny you are very kind
Stan | February 8, 2012 - 19:01
Good one, mate. Well done on the fruit.
Biggus | February 8, 2012 - 20:27
cheers Stan, it seems cherries are like buses you don't see one for ages then two come at once
Cavalcaderl | February 9, 2012 - 09:43
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Biggus | February 9, 2012 - 10:19
Thanks
steve_elliott04 | February 9, 2012 - 17:11
Brilliant!
'Heralding the dawn,
The first fingers of light'
This i genius, i really love it. Such a strong image, so perfectly portrayed.
Very nicely done!
S.
Biggus | February 9, 2012 - 17:17
Thanks Steve