The Quarry at Dawn

Dawn rises over the quarry,
soft and gentle,
bringing light,
color,
sight.

It is silent still. No cars mar the day,
it is just you,
your thoughts,
hope,
fear.

It is primal, this moment,
your deepest heart
leaping like a child
hungry
for love.

About this poem. 

We’re all children inside. We all want to be loved. It’s so simple that we forget.

The picture was taken from my front porch, five minutes before I began writing this poem. I saw the light breaking over the quarry from my desk, and said to myself “There’s a poem in that.”, took the picture, and began writing.

Tom