Before dawn wind rushes <br />driving night’s chill westward <br />so vestiges of darkness <br />send shivers along my spine. <br />Facing east I fight <br />cold’s piercing urge to wince, <br />and huddled await morn’s blush. <br />No wind or cold may dissuade <br />my eyes from pending purchase <br />of that precious brief pink palette, <br />clouds trimmed in rosy piping <br />which dress the sky at dawn.<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-dawn-5/
