Dawn Wilson
Dawn Wilson was born in Connecticut, but now resides in Milan Italy with her two daughters, where she teaches English as a foreign language. She has written several short stories and poems which have been published online and in print. She enjoys utilizing the power of brevity in her writing. Her first novel, Autumn Leaves, made it's debut in October of last year and she is currently working on her second novel, due out some time later this year.Visit Author's Website
Safe Keeping
With infant child at her breast
She softly whispers a lullaby -
The room clothed in
Darkness, save for a
Single bar of moonlight
That spills through the
Window.
The hope of the future is
Momentarily held within
Protective arms –
In this gift
Of a child -
Who has declared
His love unconditionally
Orchid
Only she is aware of its particular significance in her life as she carefully
Reaches out to hold it between her two hands. The intense beauty forever
Captures her attention and never fails to captivate
Her heart. With hesitant fingers, she caresses it gently, marveling at its
Intricate petals, surprisingly strong to the touch, for at […]
Sea of Life
Like
Driftwood
He floats through
The sea of his
Life, searching for his lost identity.
Thoughts -
Dispersed -
Scattered like
Shells washed up on
A beach, then quickly pulled out with the tide.
Stones
Smoothed by
Ocean’s ebb –
Hidden beneath
Sand – much like hope – waiting to resurface.
Living in Limbo
He thought he had made up his mind,
just as he thought dozens of times in the past.
Make a decision, then stick with it.
The old adage echoed through the canyon of his mind.
Damned if you do,
damned if you don’t,
was his halfhearted reply.
Comfortable existing numbly in limbo,
attachment had become a powerful […]
Between Cracks
Neglected and
abandoned by all,
save hope -
Through cracks
in a sidewalk,
flowers grow.
Submersion
She sat on a chair in the den reading a book, but was unable to concentrate. Her eyes continuously drifted to where he sat sleeping in front of the television, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly open. His right shoulder was pressed against the arm of the sofa, and his left hand […]
Surrender
Indecision clouds the mind
much as the veil of fog
that gently obscures the early morning moon.
Reminiscent of moments
in which resolve takes on an air of conviction,
yet uncertainty slowly drifts in.
It is said that nothing is permanent in life except change,
and I am witness to that
as I watch the dark sky […]
