Of Dawn and Dark

sonnet and haiku, mountains and moths

Sonnet of Daybreak

All in the chill of morning, while the light
Has scarce decided between stars and dawn,
And just the first few silver gleams upon
The oleander blooms are shadow-white,
While birds greet shrill the passing of the night
And in the east the grey is warmed to gold
Above the mountains’ dim and purple old,
Which brightens ere the sun has come in si…