The dark climb before dawnto catch the first lightbefore it grows common.Windows rolled downto un-spelled anagramsall over night’s loose gown.
Memory of an early downpourIn the mind’s garden, rain’slucent sweat become gems.
The skin keens to another solitudesuspected nearby in a forestborn of fable.Twin Tapeta Lucida orbsstare then shy offin a sparkle of paws.
On the crest of the hillbetween huddle and shovewhole families swaggerin pyrotechnics of chatterand silence expectingthe reward of a sunrise.
A boy turns big-eyedfrom the irresolute dawnveiled in scraps of mistenticed by another vigil foranother luminous recompensethat will appear just as quietly.