Cold Dawn

COLD DAWN


I wake to a chill dawn
no longer who I was…
not knowing
what I will become.

The sun hesitates
below a horizon of
slate blue sky —
warmth withheld.

Daybreak rasps
an urgent whisper,
"Move —
to survive you must move.

"But this frigid morn’s stark
colorless landscape
leaves me immobile,
unable to trust —

to trust
with sunrise comes life;
that I might become —
myself.

© 1997 Judy Anne

Anna, thanks for sharing this with me.