Dawn Breaks Rosy
by Vaughn Neeld

From the rocks along the shore,
the hunched fisherman leans
forward, his line dips into the
the mountain lake's reflecting water.

Overhead, bare branches angle
like brown lightning streaks
from a nearby aging tree.
No breeze rustles its leaves.

Behind pastel-blue mountains,
a rosy sky glows, signaling
the dawn of a new-born day.
All is quiet, serene.

Mountains and sky kiss
their doppelgangers shimmering
on the lake's hazy surface.
Distant trees stand hushed.

Is the hunched fisherman intent on
catching his breakfast? Or does he rest
beneath his bamboo hat and cloak
and doze within their shelter?


Return to:

[New] [Archives] [Join] [Contact Us] [Poetry in Motion] [Store] [Staff] [Guidelines]