Dawn
Grass heavy with the morning dew
Leave tale tell signs of her passing
Stirring the thick mists
Hanging just above the ground.
Early morning dawn breaks
Through the low hanging branches
Soft light across the meadow
Dew drops sparkling.
Thursday Poetry
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A woman's view of hunting...with men 
Nice words – sounds like the world is waking up:)
Doesn’t it though?
This is beautiful. Do keep wriitng poems. Apart from others’ appreciating them, it also soothes you
Thank you so much. Poetry helps me get through my emotions without sounding like a psychopath.