This poem is somewhat different from my normal style of writing- plus it's my first attempt at a poem that doesn't rhyme, so lots of constructive criticism will be appreciated! Also, I've been told by certain persons that my sentence structure could use a little help, so if there is a grammar whiz out there somewhere- please help!
The morning sky turns gray,
Mist rises among the hills-
The air is moist and cold.
A lone figure clothed all in white
Walks among the sea-grass,
And though it be wet with dew,
Not a droplet stains the figure's snowy hem.
Upon a sandy hill she pauses,
Staring out across the sea.
The waves gently lap against the shore,
The sky has lightened-
Dawn is coming.
Silent as the stars, she stands
As golden rays of morning touch her face,
And set her fair locks aflame in the morning light.
Hands outstretched- she welcomes Dawn.
The sun's rays shoot down and warm the sand around her feet.
"What glories doth the morning bring!" she cries,
The sea breeze blowing back her hair.
Dawn has come, and with it Day-
People wake and begin to rise,
Their work awaits them in the quiet fields
Or a busy office.
And what is there left to be seen
Of the woman clothed in white?-
Naught but footprints in the sand.
