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Before Dawn

Small sounds her breathing makes.
A jerk, twitch, moves that dreams take.
The outline of trees from the early light.
Just before dawn while it's still night.
The nightlight shines through the opening,
dimly lighting the bedroom.
Daylight creeps in and thoughts come to mind,
thoughts that help start a new day.
A few moments to think, write or pray,
Before I start another busy day.

--Hubert Crowell

Before Dawn "as a sonnet"

Low strange tones from her throat her breathing makes.
Clandestine dreams our minds, may choose to find.
A jerk, a twitch, the moves that dreams may take.
To help our torso rest, relax, unwind.

The form of trees, explode in primal light.
So often dreams, confusing, aimless, mime.
Before the glare of light cancels the night,
I close my eyes, recall a happy time.

As daylight creeps in, fresh thoughts come to mind,
begin another poem to start the day.
A stir, a stretch, to start and help unwind.
A little time to think, to write or pray,

A strong hot cup of coffee, honey, toast,
to help me through the day and not to boast.

--Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell