I stride along a frostbound road,
eager to watch the dawn unfold
these creased and crumpled fields;
hasten due east, towards the tight
crack of the horizon squeezing out
a gorgeous blood red sun,
a genesis – a birth
at the very edge of earth.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Photograph by David Russell
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille – Dawn
Björn is our host for this week’s Quadrille. He says, ‘one morning in December we were bicycling to work when dawn broke with the most amazing gold. Dusk settles early, but it’s wonderful to meet the daylight on your way to work, but day begins and nothing gold can stay’. He has shared with us not only a beautiful photograph of a Swedish dawn but also a poem by Robert Frost.
‘For the Quadrille, we tend to favour words that can be used as both nouns and verbs. Or maybe we would like to make it dawnlike. Dawn is also a great word that can be used as a metaphor for change. Change is something happening, and we might anticipate, or we might fear it. But one thing is clear changes come and changes go, just like one day follows another.’