DAWN

Ecstatic bird songs pound

the hollow vastness of the sky

with metallic clinkings —

beating color up into it

at a far edge, — beating it, beating it

with rising, triumphant ardor, —

stirring it into warmth,

quickening in it a spreading change, —

bursting wildly against it as

dividing the horizon, a heavy sun

lifts himself — is lifted —

bit by bit above the edge

of things, — runs free at last

out into the open — ! lumbering

glorified in full release upward —

songs cease.