Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Dawn, by Emily Dickinson

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour.

I have to remember this poem every time I stay awake too late in the night. Then everything has a deeper sense or at least, another beauty. 
Dawn winter sky

picture from http://www.southernskyphoto.com/constellations/winter_dawn_sky.htm

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