Here Comes Treble: Dawn
...Dawn is a time of transition: between night and day, old and new – a time when possibilities are endless and hopes are high...
Isabel Bradley presents a sequence of poems about the most optimistic hour in every day.
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Dawn is a magical time of day, when creatures of the night stalk those who live in the sun:
Catshadow
Catshadow paws,
fluid,
across dawn-gilt curtain,
Slither from poleshadow
to poleshadow,
Darkly silent
in joyous, birdcall morning.
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As the sun rises on the horizon of a wide, blue sky, birds fluff their feathers in preparation for a busy day:
Dawn Song
In that grey space
between night and morning,
a song,
gold-bright,
trills the senses,
floats
like silver clouds
with silken shimmer
out of dawn.
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At dawn, the sky is often lit by both sun and moon:
Dawn
Silver, she hangs in the west,
Dawn moon on silken pink -
Yearning across the pale, wide sky.
Golden, he sings in the east,
Love-song flaming through streaks of red -
Reaching across the pale, wide sky.
Souls forever parted,
Lovers of lives gone by -
Sun and moon at dawning
Face each other
Across the pale, wide sky.
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‘Dawn’ can be used to describe a time of birth, of renewal, even though the images belong in other times of day:
Time’s Dawning
A Kudu’s calf,
Gilt-painted and quivering,
Its wide ears crimson-translucent,
Danced, dainty feet on
shining stream of veldt-grass
flowing from splendour-soaked sunset.
The glowing orb floated
down gleaming cloud-stair
to another world –
Another time?
Oh – to follow,
To run, fleet-footed down that shining way –
To stand where silken sky
Hangs
between radiant day and jewelled night;
To touch –
Maybe to glimpse,
through gold-edged gap,
The world in all its dawning splendour,
Wild, innocent and free…
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Until next week, “here comes Treble!”
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