Early morning’s quiet holds the chant of birds
The meow of a hungry kitten, the breath of
a sweet dog waking, a soft chilled breeze
of Spring greening from the open window
Spring hurries in before winter’s last call
So fast that I can hear the yellow of daffodils
As they break the soil for a push toward the Sun
An early call to rise and give bloom
There is a softness to this morning time
As the world wakes to carry the day on ward
When darkness feels the tug of light rise
And Light urges the darkness away for the day
Between the world of night and day
Held in one exact moment before night surrenders
And day becomes a time for busy and noise
A delicious moment savored in two breaths
On this Solstice eve I will celebrate the
Same moment when day gives herself
To night’’s come hither whisper for quiet
And the still light finds her rise on the other side
This is wonderful writing. I love those moments of transition – Atman in sanscrit, I believe. So precise, so precious, so perfect. The daffodils imagery is magnifi-scent!
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