Jul. 1, 2017

Morning Light

Poplars rustling
Like no other sound
Shimmering leaves
Foretell the rain

Morning's pale sun
Not yet warming the dew-
A spider travels quickly
Along its invisible thread

The depths of the forest,
Quiet and dark,
Await the light,
Tendrils reaching high

In an instant
Bathed in sudden rays,
The song begins...
A symphony for all our days.

Kira Braun