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POETRY

Dawn

A poem

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

And when you first stepped out
into the pink blush of dawn
did you feel the soft, dew-soaked earth
rise to kiss your feet?
Did you notice the trees
breathe blessings down upon you
in luminous bundles of green and gold,
how every breath of woodsmoke, mist and mulch
filled your lungs like a cool river?
Did you feel yourself attached somehow
to each fading star of night
like a puppet on threads of silver…

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Caroline Mellor

Caroline Mellor

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Mother, writer and tea drinker living in the Sussex Weald. Poetry, prose and personal essays. www.carolinemellorwriter.com