So she wakes…

The morning dawn drives on
rising slowly from its heavenly bed.
Spilling gold dust 
sparingly across her tired face,
a true beauty radiating for all to see.
Her eyes like piercing arrows 
searching for the new day,
her hair like red hot fire 
burning tentatively in the rays
that dance between shadowed leaves.

Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and Words