Dawning
The stars began to take flight.
Night’s cup had seemed empty, light,
Bottomless, heartless, and cold;
Day was about to refill it with gold.
They felt the touch of that dawn, then,
As its freshness washed over them—
It was a sweetness and a serenity
Like the mist that drifts into a valley
And fills it fresh with moisture.
Some refreshment was anticipated.
Reaching up to a rose bush, unsated;
They bent down the branch of Moses
And drank the dew from the roses,
Then stooped to pick some strawberries.
What is the name of the rose?
They had wondered silent as a cloud,
Until they each had spoken it aloud,
Although without answer from either one.
They strolled into a forest of floral colors
That were lush and soft in bowers:
Lavender, crimson, and ever-during green.
The leaves of the previous autumn
Had made a multicolored carpet spun.
Ideas cascaded over their minds—
Thoughts suddenly loosened
By the inspiration from the exertion.
A light rain was falling
That excited their senses, calling,
Jogging their thoughts even more.
“Walking is good exercise,
“I am feeling energized.”
“Yes, it gives back much more than it takes.
Walking is as easy as falling forward makes!”
“Oh, yes; breath deeply; relax,
Let your thoughts flow up and out.”
“My thoughts are becoming clear.
Alertness tingles in my senses, dear.
Oh, I am becoming so wide awake.
I love this world and everything it makes.”
“Breath in all that’s good, freely,
Then breath out all that’s bad.”
“I feel peace flowing into me—
It’s warm and wet and glad.”
“It’s spreading through your body
And into your spirit?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, dear yes.
This is the best life I’ve ever had!”
“It’s like an eager sap rising in the veins;
We’re inspired by the warmth of a spring rain.”
“Because you’ve lived through winter’s chills,
“To see another round of daffodils!”
“Like sparks from the smoldering embers tame,
We rekindle our fires from nature’s flame.”
“Could it be that a rose is a rose is a rose?”
“No, for that answer would be much too easy.”