Poem: Lady Dawn

(Dawn In The California Desert)

In her robes

of pale blue and rose

she walks,

touches gray buildings

with promises of warmth.

she does not seek

your wakeful eyes

but, if you turn to her

she gives you pure, gentle moments

she makes your heart swell

like sweet fruit in summer

before she turns, enraptured

and gives herself

to the sun.

He consumes her in fiery glory

they merge--

they glow with

familiar passion,

conceiving a mighty child…

and so is born the clearness

of our everyday.