Reaching for Dawn

 Reaching for Dawn


The shades of dawn

falling like colorful feathers

plucked from the sky.


Sorrow, a distant friend with

sodden shoulder and sturdy

pose, no longer needed.


In hand, a timetable of

misbegotten deeds, to be

dispersed to the four winds.


The song was sung long ago.

The echo still remains, of

voices faint and far off.


I do not know the words.


Climbing the mountain,

altitude unknown, oxygen

thin as a noon shadow.


The pinnacle appears.

Breathing in the clouds,

focus begins to dim.


Past fading into the future, as

the dawn now turns pure gold.

The summit is within reach.
Ann Christine Tabaka
Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.    Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review; Foliate Oak Review, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Advaitam Speaks Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

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