Today green the sun rose
and red down again descended.
Sang high in golden birds were singing,
wild the morning spent.
Before the west began in shadow,
out of yonder called the day.
Within the margin birds at vespers
all for indigo, for summons.
Release! The day, the wander
wondering in the finches’ song.
I would have dawned a tangerine sun
but the orb forgave my tardiness.
1. The way sun twinkles through oak leaves.
2. Butter-yellow Tiger Swallowtail.
3. Always beginning again.
4. Water is flowing.
5. There is no expiration date on my dreams.
May we walk in Beauty!