Poem written to a picture of a breakfast table with a plate of ‘fried bacon and eggs, tomatoes, with crisp half burnt toast, and a glass of pure red grape juice…

I was awoken again!

The very first poem I wrote back in high school in 1970 inspired from my love of getting up before daylight and going hunting.

The faint light of dawn confirms the bright light of day, with the vibrancy of Nature, as she meets the morn.

Rekindled friendship in prose.

A reply saying not to morn the loss of a loved one.

The beauty of dawn