Dawn, again

Lady Sun

smudges

the horizon

with a pastel

palette

of fire

and cloud

Dawn

The distance

between

despair

and hope--

is it

no more

than

the seconds

between

dark

and dawn,

the thin line of

light

that grows

in blinks

from night

to day?

In Between

While intellect

and experience

assure

no guarantee

winter is

vanquished

blue skies

and bare ground

tantalize

with promises

of spring

Squirrels engage

in raucous conversation

across the branches

and birds gossip

and call

Ducks in flight

dither

first winging north

then wheeling south again

We are all

balanced

in between 

caution

and hope

Sunset

Trees stretch
winter-emaciated 
fingers
toward
the golden warmth
of Lady Sun’s
evening farewell.

Ceremonial

A flotilla

of clouds

in festival orange

gathers to greet

Lady Sun’s

arrival