The First Golden Ray

touches the Oak

a leaf quivers

awakening birds

answer from their nests

and I

with the moon in my cheek

Deep in the reflection of

the Night Waters

see Your Light

with the Sun in Your Eye

an early breeze

ripples my watery face

and shapes the smile

upon my Lips

For You

June 10, 2005, 9th aniversary

ELM