Borrowing Symbols From Nature For The Purpose Of Bringing Light

A Nightingale is nothing

But a morning bird

Impatient for the breaking's of day.



Daring worms out of mud

Mosquitoes out of thicket

And the sun itself out from



That veil of earth she sleeps under.



Neither blue jay, nor pigeon

Fool themselves with the trappings

Of dark before daybreak.



The raccoon and cottontail

At times, mutter complaint

About that impatient bird with hungered beak.



The sun, as she sleeps, will wink once

From the moon's Quartered eye

And, if you do not pay attention



The next time that gale shrieks

It may truly be daybreak

Though the stars have not yet sank.



It is only the mist, the morning dew,

That can tell the difference

At any time of day or night, between

The chill before sunrise and the Illusion

Of warmth from that eye of moon in still night.



The owl, also, plays games

With the moon and stars.

She may hoot and whistle all night



Scaring prey hither and thither,

All around her until morning,

Or, even afternoon before she strikes.



The grass and the weeds and the marsh

Only follow dews command, and thirst

For rain in darkness, or light.



Gentle breezes and stirring streams

Through spring and summer play,

Spiders decorate a moth's highway



Enriching their nets with catches of the wind.



Early light moves all-

Day dwellers out if their night trappings

And the night crawlers back under earth or stone.



Such is the way the world begins

Over again each day, each night;

We would hope for all Eternity.



But the days grow longer, or shorter

By nights demand, and the nights

Often times, do not beckon the sun.

In great storm, neither sun nor moon

Can protect the creatures roaming on Earth.



From the bubble of atmosphere in it's promise;

It's control of recycled abundance

-Mother Ocean's concurring Empire,

Beheld by Pelican escaping to Sea

The chance, at last light, for that breeze



To fold warmly under it's Maternal Wing.