Burst my slumber, stupor, coma
Caught me from numbness,
Unseeing eyes
Dulled senses
Forced sight, perception
Discernment,
Gasp,
wonderment
Out my door
Vivid, to be seen,
Felt, understood
a silence, a stillness,
not in the scene; but in me
woke me more
than the sun had stirring my sleep
7 am
My world awakes
There’s dew in the morning.
Rush of rich, deep color
Eyes drink in the snapshots, slides,
Recurring refrain -
Dew in the morning
Allowing me to see
All of nature
Alive then, as they had been all along
Whispering a secret
Through my new sight
A carpet of moss
softened
By the morning mist,
God’s breath
Trapped on the needles, hairs
Small, private, spider webs
Before my feet
Caught pearls of dew,
fine tapestry
Outlining their maker’s artistry.
Every tip of the serrated
Wild strawberry leaves is gilded
With a morning’s tear.
New birch leaves
Are ever greener.
Their skin and veins
More animate
Crown of each green
Blueberry clutches,
Caresses,
Lovingly, gently
A single living dewdrop.
Panes of mica in the
Granite underfoot
Hold a special sheen.
Reflecting the warming light
My world is brighter,
Vivid,
And I am alive
When there is
Dew in the morning.
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edited January 4, 2016
Dew in the Morning – Resurrection – v3
(editing original again)
edited January 4, 2016
Dew in the Morning – v3
(editing original again)
edited December 23, 2015
Dew in the Morning – Resurrection – v2
edited December 19, 2015
Dew in the Morning – v2
Edits started 2/7/04 15:12 - 15:18
Edits 2/10/04
17:45 – 18:15
Written June
18, 2000
Dew in the Morning – Resurrection
posted February 10, 2004
Written June 18, 2000, over the course of the day
Dew in the Morning
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