PIANISSIMO DAWN

by Gary Jurechka   Oct 2, 2005


A dew droplet
rolls down a leaf as
a flower unfolds its petals
to catch the early morning sun,
a light that clears away
the last remnants of night shadows,
like a cleansing stroke that
leaves behind a newborn day,
a day of wistful dreams,
a day of melancholy miracles,
a day of fresh possibilities,
a chance to throw off
all that weighs heavy,
to forget everything else,
if only for a moment

and if you listen hard enough,
behind your breathing
you can hear the
sound of the clouds
moving across the blue sky

November 1, 2000

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  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Beautiful words - they match the unfolding of the dawn so perfectly. great work (as usual!!!)

    good luck

  • 18 years ago

    by Chit Cyn

    An inspiring message to uplift especially for the hopeless people who think miracles dont happen anymore. In fact, everyday there's a miracle...we just take it for granted...that everyday we still breathe. Good use of metaphors here Gary, nice write as usual...Excellent rate, for the nth time. Ur poems do inspire, u have the power to wake up the sleeping souls for a nice brighter morning...a brighter view, a life of contentment than complaints. Thanks for sharing....cynthia

  • 18 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    I put you in favorites, Gary. Love reading your poetry.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lyn

    Oh that is such beautiful, stirring writing. You are obviously very gifted at conveying emotional feelings about nature. I love short poems that say so much.

  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    I love the ending! Don't get me wrong, the entire piece is delightful, but the last stanza is breathtaking~Holly

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