Like a spider who plucks
Web strands in its advance
To the center,
Dazzling Dawn inches up the almost blue sky
Casting wisps of crimson and yellow
Between giant fir watchmen.
Our souls watch and wait
In the weather of our lives
For Dawn to enlighten and enliven
The dark places.
She advances with intention
Choosing hues that saturate shadows
Lingering in the recesses
Of experience and expectation.
Color drenches the dark
Until we emerge inebriated with hope
Fully-dawned and daunted
© rita h kowats November 30, 2014