Eye am rich
beyond compare
with the view
of last night’s
Dawning,
Mauve, and pale
pale blue, and
golden embers of
new light*
*topped by the crescent moon
I can see The Curve
of Our Earth
carried over The Eastern Horizon
by My Layer of Cloud Bank
not parallel
but dipping
@ either end
The Night awakes Me
with Its Crescent Moon —
alien construct
or yet unvisited
— Eye don’t care witch —
It’s so beautiful
hanging above
the beginning
of My Day
which is forever
beginning
When Eye Rise
In The Morning
It Is To The Early Light
The Subtle Surf
and One Cat — Mine —
Meowing for Me
Pink washed horizon
seeps into dawn like the pull
of My Heart to Sky
Eye watched The Moon
escape The Clouds —
the veil of its delicate
clip
to be released
above My Bowl of pink
and gold beneath
the accent of its reach —
only to disappear amidst
the haze of upper
streak
My sun emerging:
opposite of dead ember —
new flare of all life
My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
Joanna Gilman Hyde 