POST 149: Miracles, Dawn, Lover, Light, Pond, Tadpoles, Trees

by Carol Bass


Is the gentle dawn
tickling the black firs
on its way to caressing the world

Checking beech tree buds
waking cedar waxwings

And after loving us all over
its light will roll over the
last ice on the pond
making way for tadpoles and peepers

How gentle is this day