Dawn Chorus

The light wells out of dismal depths where night
spells darkness – absolute and unalloyed,
to fuel the mind anew to brimming bright
and kindle hopes afire with spirits buoyed.
You’ve kept the candle sheltered out of sight
from winds that bode no being good or ill,
you’re mindful still of friendless beggars’ plight
and hold the bowl to ward off Winter’s chill.

In heart and soul awash with words that warm,
you gather strength to face the coming dawn,
arise with rays of light a woven crown
and dress in word’s resplendent noble gown.
And in the tethered dawn you write your words
to chorus sweet with singing of the birds.
© 14 February 2008, I. D. Carswell