From dreams, I woke.

From dreams, I woke with a thank you
on my lips
whispered
for the amazingness that this day holds
the immense possibilities and probabilities
that rise
as we struggle to peek over the horizon.

In the shadows are silhouettes
formed and shaped
from the absence of Light
the sense of emergence, of what could be
if only
if only
the path stays open and clear.

For it is from my heart that the flame burns
a forest
dappled with a hoarfrost of diamonds
waiting
waiting
to be discovered on the tips of needled pines.

I will then be refracted and spun
into a treasure

dawning as day.

mj 11.1.17 poem and photo