Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A long vista revealed at dawn and the eye traces a fleeting silhouette against a pale sky holding the vestiges of a sunset long gone. The world is lightening from the east and when the first shaft of gold hits the morning my heats soars and birds sing as the warmth returns. It illuminates delicate green shoots and evaporates the night mist as the sunlight spreads like a wave of comfort across all the eye can see. Then I am at last stood full into morning, as a sentinel to the birth of a new day.