Early Dawn's Embrace Poem by John Evans

Early dawn's embrace, reflects, in adoring wonder, as two Mourning Doves court in playful flight - in this ecstatic moment held high in Love, as dew descends from Autumn skies;

Did not the lunar eyes of an October's moon give rise to praise on this thirstful night?

My aural senses awakened by her thundering voice of feminine softness and the tender passions for this caring duo of coalescent souls - empowering the celestial realms with an endearing and treasured warmth of light.

My Queen of the Angels delights in her soft and silken floribunda of marmalade skies, as Wisdom's complexion recieves in pure adulation, sweet floral mists, and submissive sighs.

Ambrosial lavender blossoms, savory and aromatic, of Mary's Mountain Laurel haze; surrenders, to spirit's winds of four, that dances interlacingly upon such embodied petals of grace.

A pure dance of joy and elation from moist shadows of a scattering mix of cedar's retreat, each Voice I hear, so loud with authority-

And Mary, my Spiritual Mother so dear, as I receive with Love, a commanding directive for my thirsting soul, as your tender longing, for the docile and delicate embrace, of a dear Mother's voice and Mountain Laurel haze.