This morning I called out to Homer
in my early morning slumber,
watery eyed wonder:
“She was lilac at first,
then she yawned with golden thirst.
Clouds stretched lazily
reflected below in glistening dew.
Rooftops bowed in reverence
to shining streaks of frankincense.
And Mother Earth, how she basked
in Dawn’s rose and blue…
Why, I just had to tell you.”