Of Dawn and Dark
sonnet and haiku, mountains and moths
Sonnet of Daybreak
All in the chill of morning, while the light
Has scarce decided between stars and dawn,
And just the first few silver gleams upon
The oleander blooms are shadow-white,
While birds greet shrill the passing of the night
And in the east the grey is warmed to gold
Above the mountains’ dim and purple old,
Which brightens ere the sun has come in sight:
Their silent sides now listen to the bold
Sweet chatter of a thousand bright-winged flocks,
Now scent the changing seasons of the skies,
Now watch the yellow blooms of spring unfold
Across the valleys, and among the rocks
See new lives born and wonder whence they rise.
All copper and gold~
small moths swirl through dried grass stems
where the lamplight falls.