Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.
Watching for the light to catch the interim it steals,
moments pass – I’ll blink. I’ll miss it – other ones appeal.
Green is grey in darkness, with no blue above unrolled
just before the sun ascends, brandishing its hold.
Growing splendor on the mete, just above the line –
Beauty oft arises from the edge and redefines.
Naked time and space fill with the life-affirming glow,
just as love embarked and plunged into the dark fallow.
And as I sit in warmth and contemplate what hope will bring,
greens emerge, blue unrolls over every living thing.