Dawn
Night folds its wings.
Light floats across the mist-topped pond,
drifts through long grasses,
brushes across flower petals.
In the meadow
there’s stirring, rustling, snuffling.
Night rests its head against its back feathers,
its eyes half-closed,
waiting to fly again.
Light floats across the mist-topped pond,
drifts through long grasses,
brushes across flower petals.
In the meadow
there’s stirring, rustling, snuffling.
Night rests its head against its back feathers,
its eyes half-closed,
waiting to fly again.
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Thomas 2025
About the Writer
Jennifer Thomas
Jennifer is a Canadian writer and editor. She is the co-writer of the Invisible Things zine, a collection of poems about the invisible creatures (gnomes, imps, and so on) who inhabit the world of modern kids and get into no end of mischief. Jennifer comes up with her best ideas for poems while she’s walking her dog, and as a result her dog gets lots of walks. This makes her dog very happy.
