Aching, light longing,
rising from comfortable sleep –
tiptoe gladly to whispers of sunrise,
glowing moon behind grey,
wingspans fly silhouette -
shrieking colonies settle in treetops.
Roadside darkness is cast
huddled, homeless lies prone -
grey, cold witches cling soundless to night.
Clouds glow pink, sky grows light
golden moon takes her bow –
graceful plunge splashing distant horizon.
Unseen birds call out joy,
Nature’s midwifery -
as the sky pales in pain and in joy.
Hold your breath, raise your eyes -
cymbals crash silent skies
at the moment a new day is born.