Dawns like Snowflakes
Since Homer set Agamemnon, Ulysses, Achilles--
All the
grubby Greek army--asail to mighty Troy
In
the “rosy fingered dawn” of European civilization
To
wage a war, not for flighty Helen, but for lapis lazuli,
Sainted Shakespeare put his glorious words in the mouth
Of the
hoodlum, bipolar, teen-age murderer, Romeo,
“envious
streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east
and
jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top”
I am rendered dumb and mum about the daily phenomenon
The sky displays beyond my window as
I breakfast.
Often,
stunned to silence, I grab my Canon Sure-shot
To
take yet one more photo of yet another blazing formation
Seasonally changing its horizontal location
Painting varied
clouds and sky in ever-new combinations.
Damnit!
All I can do is answer the Hagaddah question and say
This
dawn is different from every other dawn every single day
--like
snowflakes, like people.
2 comments:
June -- Yes, we are all of nature and changing every second like the dawn, like the snowflakes, like people. I feel this kinetic movement makes life so interesting. Like your header's rosy fingered dawn -- barbara
Thank you, Barbara, for plowing through the verbal showing off to get to what I was really saying.
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