by Theresa Lovelace
She rises out of the ashes of dusk,
Like a phoenix
Overshadowing all life within her reach.
She spreads her newness
to the edge of dark
Showering freshness
Over night's stale remains.
Dawn has risen
And night has died
As unwillingly and sorrowfully
As a defeated cheetah.
Dawn
Aggressive, predictable, confident
Like a victorious warrior.
