Author Leo Yankevich This God-gifted dawn, dawn of brilliant leaves and dew-dampened clover— wakes the drowsy senses, telling them to proclaim joy and adoration. But the mind sees beetles slain along a path, and wishes for more clarity. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments