In the Dawn

If I’m paying attention at all
there is beauty in the dawn,
a rising whisper that reaches out and invites me in.
Today I’ve become quite aware of it, the beauty evident
in the robin singing proudly of his fledglings;
in the long branches of pine, breeze-
                                                       bouncing as if playing piano;
in the blue sky exhaling its sunrise colors...

I could go on, but one likes to get back to such dawns before they’re gone.

Wait, what is that? Hold a second... 

The dawn has come up to the window.
Yes, in color and song it is saying

Into me 

all of you are welcome
to take part.

(From the book HEARTVINES)