This week I offer one of my autumn poems each day until next week when I resume more fantasy/fables to complete my forthcoming book: GOTHIC ARCHIE and OTHER IMAGINEERINGS: Fables of God's Kingdom for Grown-ups.
AWAITING
THE AUTUMN DAWN
Leona Choy
I wait in
pre-dawn darkness
watching for
the sun's first ray while
blue and gray
overlay the achromic horizon.
Silently a
blushing tint of anticipation
steals from
beyond the tree line
to lighten
the purple shadows.
I begin to
see the frosted fence rails
hidden by the
unlit night
green pines
stand motionless
revealed now
in stark silhouette.
An eagle in
flight sails slow-motion across
the
powder-blue canopy of sky while
golden
streaks dispel dusky apparitions.
The eerie
scene begins to assume
familiar
friendly features while
mist still
hugs bronzed tree tops
shorn of
autumn brilliance.
An eagle
circles and returns...
or is it his
mate seeking him?
Frost has
aerosoled late October grass
turning the
meadow into an albescent carpet.
For a moment
dark clouds threaten to hide
the sunrise
as I wait, scarce breathing:
Will I
miss the main feature after all?
No! I
rise to my feet in worship!
Burnt-gold
leaps boldly upward
thrusting
aside the indigo mass
showering me
with warmth and brilliance.
The blazing
sun catapults into view
as from a
celestial launching pad
into the
space of a fresh, new day
blushing the
shy white clouds crimson.
I cannot bear
to gaze upon this spectacle:
I shade my
eyes at the flaming finale.
A fog blanket
still shrouds the valley below
but God
begins to paint powder-blue across
the vast sky
canvas with a wide brush
until a
daytime dome appears overhead
paling deep
hues into muted pastels.
An alarm
clock jangles by some distant bedside
forcing me
reluctantly back to mortal thoughts
by the
intrusiveness of prosaic human routine.
But I have
been an awed and adoring spectator
privileged to
stand on nature's sacred ground
to view
the miracle of an autumn dawn.
I stand
transfixed in silent worship
not of
created sun and nature's video display
but of the
Creator of heaven and earth.
The memory of
God's enchanting wake-up call
lingers
through my day's mundane routine
reminding
me that He is over all
of ordered
nature, seasons, space, and time
and human
endeavors—
including
mine!
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