The slow light of morning
slips into awakening
with secrets of the dawn,
of silence stored in mountain caves
lined with walls of ice,
flowing now like a river
in the rise of springtime song.
Reading of “Secrets of the Dawn” with music by Paul Cardall
Don, I find that morning coffee helps unlock those secrets of the dawn. Good description.
Thank you for this beautiful poem Don. Springtime is teasing us here in the Colorado Rockies and your poem captures the essence I have been feeling. “Flowing now like a river in the rise of Springtime song” – perfect.
Here, in your sublime words, Don, I hear a multifaceted set of metaphors: Amid the seemingly slow Light of Morning’s Dawn awakens one’s Inspiration. Yet such may well remain a silent secret, right up until the icy, cavelike walls of fear melt then flow into a rising river of Self-Acceptance and Assurance. Then Inspiration can spring forth for Real, moving mountains of creative potential! Let’s, You and I, Assure a New Dawning of Inspiration Now!