Sunrise on El Capitan
The night was long and I heard a howling wind
My bones ached and I felt a crackling thing
I rested finally, calmly. The water sang to me
Soft, whispering words.
Now the dawn’s sheer and silky veil begins to slip away.
Half dreamed thoughts cloud my consciousness
Like slowly rising mist
How lovely to greet the goldish warming
Of new day
Feathery brush strokes at first, a smattering
Then boldly, with great pride: Light!
My young Aspen bow to you.
Your waters refresh my soul again
I rise, reach up my arms to you
And like Mother to child you lift me
And hold me up to see the sun shining
So brightly in my face,
It is glorious!
Thanks to Denis Wagovich for today’s photograph