Dawn’s sun rises early each morning.
He stares at two red squirrels dancing
to snoring sounds of a barn owl.
He hears the dripping of snow melting.

Dawn’s sun kisses the tips of pine trees.
Two woodpeckers hold on while swaying
to-and-for, tangoing in the wind.
He sees the melted snow now running.

Dawn’s sun is peeking behind the clouds.
Mother’s goslings are bathing at the intersection of Ice and Cold Pond.
He touches the melted running snow.

Each Spring , Dawn and her sun do replay
this perfect picture, for me each day.

Day 6: NaPoWriMo Prompt: The Picture