Daybreak
When the final breath of morning mist
has retreated for the day
there will be nothing left
The tender embrace of its swirling tendrils
Blending into the sky near the treetops
revealing emerald tufts of foliage
to meet the glow of the early morning sun
A scene of mystery and captivating beauty
gone with the break of day
a few minutes of warmth and light
there will be nothing left
A covert operation to restore mystery to the woods
growing thicker and thicker
as the night grows darker
a shelter for shadows and predators alike
adapting to the night or scattering in fear
the forest comes alive
yet when morning breaks
there will be nothing left
The forest left exposed
Its inhabitants now vulnerable
The privacy of the night has vanished
And there will be nothing left
I love how descriptive your poem is, I can clearly picture myself experiencing everything you had felt and experienced too.
ReplyDeleteI love your use of sensory detail and my favorite lines are when you say "when morning breaks" or "gone with the break of day."
ReplyDeleteI like how you use "there will be nothing left" repeatedly to contrast what happens at night and what happens once daybreak occurs. The imagery is really cool too.
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