Barefoot into the blush
of dawn's rose petalled suffusion
permeating the essences of night and day,
as orion guides the eye towards the sky,
where slipping gently off,
the garments of the night, that faded
into the oblivion of deep dark space.

Dawn enters tentative,
signalled by the birds, lauded by apollo,
whose rays bear her up to heaven's eternal vault,
celestial blues, cerulean, greens and yellows
turn to pink, flushed, she signs the page,
a new span of time, ushers in the hills
from out the wings, reveals each living thing.

Sounds their notes, a symphony of splendour,
as the blue becomes the ball gown of the breath,
new birth, a shout across the universe, I come, I come,
with cornucopia to open up the way
for that life giving force, the sun.

Such blaze, at first so palely present,
becomes the fire of dazzling flight, the warmth
from dew and mist, dissipates, becomes the fairy fantasy
of children with their cries of: look;
as flourished, all nature stands up straight
to reach the canopy above, where all is made of love,
that heady intoxication that seeps through face
and body to the mind, goads the senses
to reclaim their powers, to sing, to dance, to write,
and contemplate the hours.