poem: the beauty of first light
in the dancing trees

wiping sleep from my eyes,
seeing the first rays of sunlight
on the face of the trees,
I draw a sharp gasp

this mirage like appearance
shimmering on the hill
and its warmth of color
seduces the waking mind

enthralled by the sheer beauty,
this creation awes me,
the senses take flight
and the heart races

oh beauty, thou art grand,
the grace of thy form
and the dignity of thy expression
gazing here and now upon you

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 28, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘First Light in the Trees on the Hill’