First darkness, then
A glow
A streak of red along
The horizon
The glow becomes
A ball of fire emitting
Red tentacles
Penetrating the darkness
Driving it away

Trees like delicate
Drawings in China ink
Raise their branches like
Arms lifted
In praise to
Their Maker

Darkness gone
Dawn is her and
With it the gift of
A new day


Copyright Ase Johannessen