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From the darkroom of night develops a clear picture come dawn.

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Dawn ignites the green protectors of the blacktop road, these boughs that arc into the light, these oaks in sentry duty, each one rooted into the good earth.

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Dawn brings a sunlight crown, smiling upward at black heavens, feeling how the passing night welcomes her more with each minute and hour.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 16, 2021.
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Sun rays come as nature's easel, giving brilliant colour to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night.

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Passed leaf, upon moss softened rock, come the sun rays that were promised us by the starlit sky.

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There are days the dawn proceeds as if it were not ready to come, yet schedule demands and entrance, and so the sun rises all the same.

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The dawn brought with a new freshness to the light, as if the world been upgraded to some higher definition.

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Give me that dawn declared by the cockerel's calling, give me the moments that stretch out with each stirring of leaf and grassy wand. For then on that farm, cozy with dreams that fly through the rafters to the sky above, I can awake and keep my dreams with me until the stars return once more.

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The sky was a billion pure eyes of light and the grass green underfoot, it was as if night and day had become one beautiful moment. Dawn had come.

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By dawn's early light the riders came, the sun opening up as a flower on the horizon, rising to send those petals of gold to warm the forest - leaf, branch and root.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 22, 2019.
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How often we see the dawn and take for granted the sun, that we see the blackness become a vista, the world we love, our home... yet after that, do we think of the light and how it brings our world to life? Do we think of how it shows us colour instead of only grey and warms us from our skin to our core, ignites our thoughts to beauty, inviting that light and warmth to enter our hearts also, before respectfully giving us time to dream, to accept it as part of ourselves if we wish.... yet always giving us the moon and stars. So, this dawn, as the blackish-greens take on their vibrant and verdant hues, I let it soak in a little deeper. As the sky changes from charcoal to soft dove grey I already cherish the blue that is to come. For the dawn is the invitation to the day, to the gift that is the present if we have the courage to see it fully and to love it with all that we are.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 17, 2018.
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The sun rises as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every colour changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy. There are days I wonder what we give in return for such gifts of divine magic; perhaps it is our love, perhaps we radiate it into space; perhaps that is our connection to creation beyond the borders of our world, our reality. Perhaps inside I too am gold, a bright flame that burns for another kind. For me, that's a thought as warm as any bright new day, one that tickles my mind as much as my heart.