Evening’s Crystal Dawn

Evening shadows hover
banish the heat of day,
as sap bursts from the pine
deep rooted for thirst.
Aroma fills the last of evening air,
swallows hurl themselves into space
heralds onset of dusk.

Quiet the darkness.

Rosy fingered dawn gently dusts
snow tipped volcanoes with opening warmth.
Tendrils of light first touch, fleetingly,
then cascade from mountain to hillside fields.
Fountain floods the valley floor
Sweet morning light of dawn.

Amecameca, Mexico
1986