When Helios Paints

I wonder will I ever paint the page
the way Helios paints the skies,
His brush stroke smoothing the sharp
edge of night, erasing the darkness,
Lush blades of grass crying dew drop tears
as the horizon sets ablaze in vivid screams
of orange spilling between the
dank scent of nature waking
tiny birds with tickling rays
caressing Gaia into life
and for a brief moment there
is only her, only nature,
only beauty and my soul breathes…

..and I wonder will I ever
paint my page in the same way Helios paints the dawn.
Karen Hayward © 2018

Image copyright Lothar M Kirsch

Morning Dawn, she rises.

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Morning dawn drives on,

rising slowly from its heavenly bed.

Spilling gold dust

sparingly across her tired face.

True beauty radiating for all to see.

Eyes like piercing arrows

searching for the new day,

Red, hot,  fire burning tentatively

in the morning sun.

Karen Hayward ©Sept 2012 (edited 2017)