Daybreak

The soft touch of morning

Rises to meet the late breaking day

Covered up and clouded, and looking lonely.

Dark birds and their shadows fly low, and South, in a hurry,

Sounds are loud and crack the mornings air, with their breaking,

And ice pops and water wheezes beneath the shallow pools,

With air moving quietly up and out,

And winters grass riffles, with the cold air moving in and around,

And the seed of this morning, that shall become the plant of the day,

Can see the sun, and feel its' warmth, even in the cold.

Ralph Peck (1998)

Photography by Marla Bolton