I have been feeling uninspired. It's a hard thing for me to admit. I think the best thing for me to do is go back and find a poem I had written, but haven't previously published. This poem isn't dated, but I believe I wrote it about 1995.
Radiant Dawn
What kind of dawn is this
to loom before the day, so bold?
Pink colors lure me from my bed
to greet the earth and sky, transcendent
A growing, living glow burst from blueness
becomes a scarlet ribbon on heaven's throat
A swirling comet motionless in space
A crevasse of fire in the sky.
Living dawn so wondrous and magical
that life returns to earth and heart
A day beginning as a smoky, golden tendril
orange and peach as no fruit ever is.
Most will miss it, but those who view
know all is well, that there is hope
a private dawn under the sun.
Where nothing is ever new
something is - this radiant dawn
that makes this day, mine.
-SLG
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