Dawn Poem by Abraham de la Torre

Tentatively
Darkness describes a chill
Framed in invisible mist
The blur awakening to a whisper

There is a murmur
From a pitch space
As it weans a glint
Off its earth

A hazy, lazy, euphoric gray
Greets a beacon's delivery
Of a dream

The shadowy shapes
Animate the calm
With interchanging light
And shadow and light
As the trees grow
Upon sweeping streets

And the shadows
Shy and discreet
Beckon the beacons

Bequeathing
The vanishing glitter of dew
To a silvering night.