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 2026
About the Writer
Jennifer Thomas
Jennifer is a Canadian children's poet whose work has been published in various places, including The Dirigible Balloon’s Sky Surfing anthology. 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. Visit her online at jenniferthomaswords.com.
