photo: jon walton
Dawn
Snow
by
Robert Walton
A
long gown falling
From
ridgeline shoulders,
Brushes
branches
Jeweled
with ice.
Deer
steps beneath pines
Tremble
At
the edge of silence.
Light
blooms
On
cliffs above,
Not
orange,
Not
gold,
But
offering a new day,
More
than the sum
Of
its parts.
~
first published in Avocet
