In tearful repose
\nat the edge of the Dawn
\nI sat with my love
\nand we watched
\na small fawn
\nfeeding close by
\nin a small dappled glade
\nwhere the light from the moon
\nslowly did fade
\nwe sat on a trunk
\njust holding hands
\nevolving and solving
\nwhat seemed timeless sands
\nthat passed through our fingers
\nand onto the earth
\nI guess in that moment
\nwe’d had a re birth
\nthe fawn was at rest
\na babe so alone
\nsilently soaked in suggestions
\nwe’d sown
\nsoulfully sentient
\nsylvan silvered sense
\nsoft sighing sonnets
\nsprung with suspense
\nsuddenly she sprang
\nsilently soaked
\nin a mist of soft air
\nthat seemingly cloaked
\nnot only her but both of us too
\nat the edge of the Dawn
\ngiving rise to the dew
\nwe retraced our steps
\nand went back to our car
\njust a short distance away
\nnot very far
\nand just sat
\nand looked out at the forest
\nfor we
\nrealised at that moment
\nthrough the Dawn, we could see
\nthat fawn with its mother
\ncoming towards
\nprobably one of life’s
\nwondrous rewards
\nthey both stared at us
\nboth had tears in their eyes
\nat the edge of the Dawn
\nthat was such a surprise<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In tearful repose at the edge of the Dawn I sat with my love and we watched a small fawn feeding close by in a small dappled glade where the light from the moon slowly did fade we sat on … Continue reading