Dawn Has Come

Dawn has come,
O’er the fields of hay.
As heady as golden rum,
Is the clear light of day.

It sings of the breeze
And sweet meadow flowers
Of the cold briny sea
And all of Nature’s power

Ah the sunlight
Seeping o’er the grass
You speak of untold might
Of times to come and those long past

But now the daylight fades,
Though I wish it would last forever.
Painting gold the heads of maize
Always the winds sweet lover.

by Sarah Breanna Andrews

Comments (3)

A really beautiful poem. i like it. Anjana
Beautiful. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts. It made my Monday morning. Esra Sloblock.
Dawn has come, O’er the fields of hay. As heady as golden rum, Is the clear light of day. It sings of the breeze And sweet meadow flowers Of the cold briny sea And all of Nature’s power Ah the sunlight Seeping o’er the grass You speak of untold might Of times to come and those long past My dearest Poet Sarah, The lines of lovely spiraling made us to shimmeing peaks of beauty.Really the pen you use is talented to more to write