awaken the dawn
she throws her voice in the forest
little whispers carried across rivers
tugging at heartstrings,
earlobes and doldrums.
she dances in the canopy
rustling leaves with toes
stirring sleeping creatures,
fingering fur and feathers
until the forest
drowns out her voice.
she awakens the dawn
following the sun,
affecting the moon
held elsewhere in the sky.
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poetic asides
For today’s prompt, write an elsewhere poem. Maybe elsewhere is a physical place–like Ohio instead of Georgia. Maybe elsewhere is a season–like summer instead of winter. Maybe elsewhere is a state of mind–like happy instead of depressed. Whatever your elsewhere write it today (and through the week). – Robert Lee Brewer
Heather Button 
Beautiful response to the prompt, Heather. I sometimes wake up to the birds singing. More often, the light wakes me up.
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Thanks Michelle.
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Love the images of her dancing the dawn awake. A reminder that the female body is daughter to Mother Nature. Beautiful, Heather.
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Thanks diahannreyes. I admit I was channeling mother nature, but not directly. Thanks for stopping by!
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I like this image 🙂
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Thanks Laxman.
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Always welcome to you… 🙂
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I love this poem, the flow of it, like the river you speak of.
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Thanks holdenlyric!
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