Evaluation of the Dawn

Can you show me the morning?

I want to know if dawn breaks like glass,

Or if the sound of it approaching

Is just a sarcastic mimicry of youth's many mindless contradictions?

Is the maiden fanning her golden skirts

To safeguard her virtue

Or subconsciously draw a mortal lover to her breast?

And is her rosy blush an innocent seduction

Or an attempt to produce a physical love song

That draws us from our sleepy dwellings

To taste the resurrection of the new day?

Is the love in her bright eyes a ploy

To force us to return her affection?

Is the sweet music that she evokes from the songbirds

Merely a conspiracy to steal our admiration?

Or is it knowledge that smiles down on us

Through the soft wisps of clouds that veil her face?

Do we trust that she will bring us fortune,

The maiden with the azure hair

The heart that makes the moon a glowering competitor

The smile that arcs across the horizon

And causes children to sing and poets to weep?

Or do we imply that the morning is conceited

Though if she is, would it not be deservedly so?

For who else in this world can capture such light,

Reflect so much promise with her waking,

Produce such inspiration in our nubile human minds?

Please explain it to me,

Because I cannot seem to grasp the concept,

Of such immortal wonder

Within this childish and infinitely faulty

Evaluation of the dawn.

-Lauren Hatch

May 24, 2007

(My first poem as a sixteen year old girl… Ack, I'm not a child anymore… I'm a young adult!!! -dies-)