A half lit dawn

A half lit dawn



Night creatures hadn’t finished their trilling,

Half moon was not yet overshadowed by the sun.

The sun peeking behind a dense grove,

Tall trees gently awakened to the morning.

Little birds quickly darting, to the crisp breeze,

A half lit dawn.


When night and day greet each other,

Like wanderers who quietly met at the crossroads,

And journey on, alone.

To meet again, at a half lit dawn.