I love your Poetry!
There are a few authors that speak of Dawn I think you might like to see if you haven't. The first is Homer. Dawn is a god and she stretches her roses fingers across the sky each morning. The second that your piece reminds me of is Thoreau. He says that although he does not cause Dawn he is happy just to be present in her occurrence. I thought of both when I read your work, because I also love Dawn. When it is nice out I walk my dog while it is still dark right before Dawn and we go bat scouting. The only time I see bats is in the twilight of morning. I love watching them fly.
Thanks for sharing your pieces.