Poetry, Writing

Coming of Dawn

A bit more of a hopeful one than has come to me lately. I hope you enjoy.

Out of the black woods comes the sun
The night is over the day begun.
The battle fought to victory
A time of mourning then joy will be.

The ash tree sheds a steady light
Through forest gloom and black of night
Though deadly danger lingers on
The morning comes: behold the dawn!

To a world battered and torn
The light brings hope of life reborn
Though sorrow brings tears like falling rain
The future will rise to live again.

Though the shadows stand dark and deep
The guardians neither flee nor sleep.
In the light of the silver ash
They guide the future and guard the past.

So do not fear the break of day
Though evil has not passed away
Out of the black woods comes the sun,
And building the future has only begun.

Coming of Dawn copyright © Heather Strickler 2025 all rights reserved.