Greetings,
Well, my friends, it has been a long hard week and my synapses aren’t firing at their maximum potential. In fact my mind is pretty much mush. So in view of the mental deficiency inherent in mentally draining work coupled with chronic sleep deprivation, I have decided to share an old poem and a photo. The poem is one I wrote several years ago and speaks of the moments when the colors of dawn are at their glory. The photo, surprise, surprise, is of a sunrise. I captured this shot one morning in Phoenix, AZ. I hope you enjoy.
Aurora’s Gift
Aurora, goddess Chill morn warmed
of the dawn; by distant fire;
nature’s beauty, a song of thanks
newly spawned. from avian choir
Behold the wonder Ever-changing,
of earliest morn, ever new,
the sky, her ebon beauty quickly
raiments shorn. fades from view.
Sol and Terra; Look swiftly now
ageless tryst, while splendor lasts
darkness flees too soon by far
with sun’s first kiss. the time is past.
With feline grace The magic wanes
dawn arrives; with Sol’s ascent,
morning breaks; the dawn, the moments,
the world revived. quickly spent.
Clouds on fire, Then it’s gone,
sunbeams prance; so soon, so swift;
light and shadow, again tomorrow,
ancient dance. Aurora’s gift.
Overgrown Elf
01/12/01
There it is my friends, my Saturday morning offering. Hope this brings a smile to your face. Nature is far lovelier than words can ever convey. The best a poet can hope for is to paint a picture in the reader’s mind’s eye. I hope I succeeded.
I tried but lack the knowledge necessary to center the head and move the sig and date to the right. My inner luddite strikes again.
Till next time, be safe, be happy, be creative.
Overgrown Elf 