First Light

The meadow is on fire.
Dawn delights in its face.

The trees are blazing
with a flickering joy.

The wooden fence near the brook
is tilting into radiance.

I wade neck high in water music,
the rest of me is flame.

A horse steams in the paddock
illuminated by its breath-
by my gaze.

I lift my eyes up for the sky.
Little flowers shine
under the earth.

Birds glow like shooting stars
in the morning sun.

It has begun.