In the pale first reflection,
daylight approaches.
it comes to us quietly,
slow and soft.
It wakes us from shadow,
it prods us with rude intent,
bathed in the fresh opening of a new day.
First light invites adventure.
It rouses us to make ready.
It gifts us with sleepy cups of coffee,
it reminds us it will not be there for long.
We take to the trail.
We watch the day dwindle down.
Long hours meant for laughter,
abandoned comfort for swimming,
fish that fry clean,
freedom,
relief,
songs to my inner self
shared in the songs of others.
Water-weary,
remnants of misery,
carry-over portage madness,
taking us to distant places,
towards hospitality and home.
We rise, eager to taste
the fruit the first light offers us.
We wish for promise.
We see in the unfolding
of the new day
restless inhibition,
wandering license,
furtive imagination
launched within the sands of time.
"First Light" is taken from the book Who's Watching Who? Nature's Poetry of Life now available at Amazon or in local Grand Marais bookstores.
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