Dawn

Yellow rays, to the velvet sky,
say hello in damp air.
Dawn is coming, everywhere
waking birds mutter.
Wisps of drifting clouds of butter.

A silver scimitar of pure white light
slits the night.
The arc of God.

Cold breeze on the tiny face.
The iron black horizon awaits,
on this autumn day.
This great beginning underway.
This first joy.
This burst of new, born.
This dawn.