Quiet of Dawn

In the darkness,

the river- flat and gray,

moon fades from the sky,

and everything  is still,

as the earth holds its breath,

a  cardinal’s sweet whistle echoes

through the gentle breeze

that softly rattles palm fronds,

pale pink stains the horizon-

as  dawn breaks.

©annettealaine2016

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