First Light

I caught the first light
in those few hours
when the innocence
of the world
played open
like a child’s skirts,
twirling in the breeze
with the sheer joy
of being alive.




First Light


13 Responses to “First Light”

  1. T Johansson says:

    Ah, yes… you’ve captured it! First light has always been my favorite hour…when the new day makes its promise to us, and always keeps it.

  2. Gene Latimer says:

    I like!

  3. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    ….and this is why I so love the early mornings, thanks Don

  4. Robin Bryant says:

    The welcome of a new day, a new cycle, a new moment .. breathes a pulse of unlimited creation. There’s so much joy waiting for my innocence to dance!

  5. Athena Coleman says:

    Beautiful imagery, in this poem and the photo. I love the economy of your words. That’s real power, to say so much with lovely, spare images.

  6. Tom Walsh says:

    beautifully said…. Love that time of day…

  7. Jane says:

    Don, so beautiful. I loved this poem so much I sent it to my sister and two friends…crediting you, of course! Thanks.

  8. Stan Grindstaff says:

    In the swirl of a skirt the spiral of life in a child’s smile…

  9. David Banner says:

    Exuberance, that’s all!

  10. Bill Dare says:

    My first light is the glow of Gratitude. Thanks Don. LU Snowy

  11. Chaz says:

    It’s been quite some time since I have really felt such innocence – I need to get myself out of bed to witness the sunrise…. Thanks for the reminder, Don.

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  13. thomas mcdermott says:

    Part of my love of New Zealand is due to having a view to the east over water. First light is my favorite time of the day when all things seem possible and the sky is alive with color. First light was also my favorite part of being at sea in the Navy in the South Pacific. Thanks for your poetry.

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