25 April 2009

Dawn Promises

dawn prom 


Last day of a year I’d rather
forget dawns gently – one never
regrets pale pinks’ lingering
against defining lines of darker
blue horizon; one doesn’t
regret dawn promises anew.

And yet evolution of this day
makes no true headway, the
beginning is not an end to the
mystery; will the answer be
in tomorrow’s light or lost
in the gloom of yesterday?
© 31 December 2008, I. D. Carswell