The dawn when dawns

Drowsy dreams getting clear with life, Dawn breaks to light from nightlong dark, Birds first to welcome its first spark, Grey skies slowly get red-blue rife, On trees when I see tender leaves, New hopes sprout in my doubtful mind, And doubts do a new address find, When hope’s a hinge on which life lives. With dawn does hope take deeper roots With dawn does heart find a new voice, And human will a winning choice, In course of time ripen new fruits. A dawn dawns with a band of hues, Each of which with a choice of clues. __________________________________ Sonnet (musings) | 18.02.2017 | dawn, dream