Dawning Light
Dawn comes slowly in these northern climes,
First streaks of gray at edge of night time black;
Birds sing early, sense the changing times,
First stirrings as they seek the food they lack.Life comes slowly as we get back up,
The drubbing that we take first starts to ease;
Telltale signs that life won’t be so rough –
First stage of getting up is on our knees.navigation