Dark sky and just a few minutes to dawn:
Only two ravens flying out of their nests,
Their dark coats invisible in the dark dawn.
The persistent gurgling of the vagrant stream
And the twittering of hidden long-tails
Breaks the silence of this dark world
Awaiting the first light.
I am afraid the cold peaks of the north
Shall disappoint me this gray lightless morn:
What was unseen shall remain, one day more.
Or perhaps, the snow shall dazzle me in ways
Completely unanticipated: The first gold
On the barren crags, and the pink and blue skies;
Sometimes it can happen thus.
It matters not. The sun will shine when it will.
Meanwhile in this beautiful mist laden world
Caught between the visible and the imagined,
There are the songs of birds and gushing streams…
And this patient wait for the promised sun.