Dawn Arises Poem by Cherie Mort

She lies flat on the ground, soaking up the sunlight while she still can
The sun starts to set low in the western lands, over the mountains and past the sea, farther than she can look
As the stars begin to light up the dark curtain covering the sky, she exhales in a great sigh
The curvy stalks of her legs move and stand like pillars upon the earth
Her body curls towards the mirrored sun, and she stands as tall as a redwood, her hands grasping the sky in order to yank back the curtain and release the blazing planet from its net
Her long red tresses she braids into a rope to bind the fiery pearl
But as she whips it around the sky, the orb escapes, headed east to start another day
Sighing, she chases after it, calling her hunting dogs to her side
Heralding another morning with the call of her trumpet