Beyond Dawn’s veil,
Morning enters its light kingdom,
Clouds wiping away last night’s mourning.
Day’s first incandescence trickles,
Radiant, a chance to tend to the garden
Within the tree of life,
Watering its timeless boughs;
Aaron’s staff sprouting oars –
Dipping, flourishing in the river of life.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See # 83