Poem-a-Day, Entry 312--

Broken dreams and felled dawn rising.

Dreaming in blue

        on an almost frost-morning,

   as the red fades into dusty grey,

        soaked in wishings

              and an inconsolable longing--

      waiting for a breaking

                of the all-important dream,

      in blue again,

           and grey,
          
    and in the faded red

                      of inconsolable longings.