Popular Poems About Dawn

She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.

It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.

Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.

She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!