In a recent blog post, you got a look inside A Dawn Run Hot with Morning at the "Introduction." As promised, here is another look inside the book. Glimpse some of the Poetry that will appear in the book's pages. Enjoy!
Dawn
As I rise, I ponder
The newness of morning
and the transience of day.
In these quiet waking hours,
a dawn runs hot with morning.
And the day moves
like the warm earth odor of fall
that sits on the breeze
and scatters all memory of summer.
This is the breeze that curls toes
and unfurls well-being.
The Hug
She stood up on the sand, walked in the
direction of the water, spread her arms wide
and embraced the sky.
She turned her head upward, admired each
buoyant cloud, took in the sun’s rays and was
heartily affected by the deeply bright blue of
the sky.
When she was satisfied, she turned back to
her family beaming.
She sat back down on the summer blanket
flush with love.
The Night Moves
The moon is love and the night moves.
Close the door--
aching surprise mounts this eve.
Blessed sun will crawl across the horizon.
Heed your will as the darkness bends strangely toward the day.
Whisper to me the songs of your solitude.
The moon is love and the night moves.
Copyright © 2010 by January Nicole Wilson
Now that you have read some of the Poetry, you might be curious to see even more of the Poetry that is inside the cover of A Dawn Run Hot with Morning. Stay tuned. There is yet another look inside to come.
