First faint rays stir souls and stock,
Incandescent breath ascends.
First false warmth burns loose the mist;
Steams the dew from woolen back.
Golden light so low and kind
Illuminates the world from underneath,
Burns transcendently, transforming,
All in its sweeping path to life.
Then sunlight blinds the ripples to the eyes
Old reeds are whispering a shadow and a sigh.
Silhouettes of purpose wheel and take to flight,
Disappear to dawnbreak, the vastness of the light.
Tarred clinker burbles waves aside,
As screaming seabirds squabble to survive.
Glistening like jewels, pebbles wet with spray,
Bestowed as gifts by the retreating tide.
© Ben P.C. Kaye 2004
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