On A Cold Morning In The Spring
Winged thoughts on dawn's first mist arise
escape the quiet breath of night.
With haste they venture forth and find
darker yet our waking sight.
Quiet words on rain-soaked distant shore
spoke to me through timeless thought and deed,
to call a name that more,
and still an even deeper need.
What strength there lies in dampened hills!
What dreams are hidden 'neath the grass.
What songs hang silent in the wind,
where only owl and eagle pass.
Answer then, thy hearts desire
that shroud the deepest fears of night.
To light a blaze of sun-bright fire,
a brilliant arc of crimson light.
Winged thoughts on dawns first mist arise
escape the quiet breath of night.
With grace they venture forth and stand
breathless in our waking sight.
(c) 1984 Erika Ginnis. All rights reserved.
Copyright © 2006 by the article's author
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