Dawn To Dusk

• Olivia Turner
• Poetry
• 2012

Dawn to Dusk
The sun rises, dawn is breaking,
This is the begining of a new day making.
The clouds move in streaks accross the sky,
Then the birds awake, and begin to fly.
The tulips arise, their petals ajar,
The warm soft breeze reaching near and far.
The sky is a soft, velvet grey hue,
Slowly turning azure blue.
Everywhere, animls are yawning,
The sky is like and unfolded awning.

the sweet breeze is running through my hair,
Serenity and peace, everywhere.
The light bending rainbows throught the glass,
Sunbeams dancing on the grass.
As the sun slowly starts to fall,
Then the birds, they begin to call.
The sky is a canvas, sketched in lead,
Pink, purple, blue and red
Then comes a time we call evening,
Behind it night is slowly weaving.
The moonlight spears like an ivory tusk,
This is the magic of Dawn and dusk.