DAWN'S auger drills metallic sky. This is a misty wilderness place. The hills are olive silences Bordered in bluish haze of lace. Still landscape leads into the soul. Dawn's auger drills without a sound. An olive silence makes me feel It must be lovely underground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |