Morning Dew

The sun lights up the horizon

in a swirling burst of clouds and stars.

By the new day's light we see

what gift the Lady has left in the night.

Shimmering droplets anoint the ground,

suspended like diamonds among the emerald brilliance.

They paint the land in rainbows and gilded silver

marking out spiraling pathways

in iridescent wonder.

The once-barren ground flourishes

and sparks in star-bright scarlet, emerald,

lavender, gold, and sapphire, and moon-bright grey.

See how the technicolor arch has fallen from the heavens

and shattered into a million glittering pieces,

gems to adorn the day.

These fallen stars prove elusive in their beauty,

falling beyond uplifted leaves

to the dark earth below,

carrying the seed of the golden Lord's light,

preparing the ground for the coming spring,

preparing for the dawn of the seasons.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a stunning ode to the morning dew. Such a miraculous thing that is so often overlooked! Thank you for sharing - this is quite lovely.
Light,
Siddartha