Thursday, June 07, 2012

Thursday Poem - At Dawn

at dawn, a frail moon waning in the high
still light of morning touches this early
summer day, one that will never come again
in its sweetness and its verdant spice,

and slow walkers in the early fog, we go paw
and paw through fragrant summer yieldings
of swaying clover and rhyming crickets,
humming bees and dancing leaves

around us, unseen but deeply felt and
loved, the world is breathing in and out,
 all our voices rising and falling as one
into seamless light and tune and time.



One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You have so many talents.,

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem, Cate. I found myself breathing with it.

christinalfrutiger said...


Guy said...

Hi Cate

A lovely post and a beautiful poem.

Really nice.


Cindy said...

Love this!

Keechy said...

This poem made me cry (again). Today we said goodbye to our old pointer and this reminded me that she is gone, but not gone. We will walk paw and paw again one day.