Crisp Declarations Poem by GinNie Tanner Smith

The sun is still dozing in repose at the edge of the dusky morn,
A single bright and gleaming star shines before the fair dawn,
Tis the northwest star I think, strong and brilliant to my heart;

Brisk, the air swirls clusters of leaves ye transforming golden in hue,
Fresh and crisp declarations tinge the corners of mine gathering smile,
Naught cringing from the chill, but invigorated by the season’s start;

Dampness mantles the soft, dew-kissed and still verdant grass,
Nature awakes with the new day to songs of rustling trees,
A furry companion nuzzles and caresses my knees, ere I depart;

Tis the northwest star I think, strong and brilliant to my soul,
Follows at my right shoulder through the ebbing, soft night,
Til the sun gently reveals her creation of dawn’s flawless art.