“Oh, Beautiful Dawn”
Oh, beautiful Dawn,
Your November lips
Kissed me awake
With careless tenderness.
Beneath witchy clouds,
A friend shed feathers,
Revealing the talons
He’d kept hidden.
Another promised wind,
Then left me
Among the stillborn leaves,
Listening for wings.
Oh, beautiful Dawn,
Your unsmiling face
Wears mourning clouds,
Your eyes, rain.
Yet you came
In good faith,
And in-lightened me.
How kind, Dawn,
To show me
What friendship isn’t.
Good morning, friends.
Good morning, foes.
Marni Fraser
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