Waiting in the darkness
Listening to the shift between
Dark and Light
The silent moments
Before the world changes.
Scanning the horizon
For the gathering greyness
That signals the new day.
The first bird tweets before light
And the fox slinks back to its burrow.
And then there it is
Suddenly above the hillside
A glimmer of dawn.
There is an exhalation of delight
Among us and a relaxation
Of shoulders held tense.
The new day has come
And we can glory and rejoice
In a new light.
Words and photo copyright Englepip©
Englepip's World 
Favorite line: “Listening to the shift between / Dark and Light”
I like that idea, that one may look forward with such anticipation to the dawn, the marking point of the new day, that the movements of the sky seem to make noise.
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Thank you. I must admit I don’t see many dawns but when I have it has always seemed like there’s a short pause of nothing before the dawn – a space between two worlds. I’m I managed to convey some sense of that.
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