Daylight

Soon the dawn awakens as sounds wrap around, light cloaked in warmth, where sparrows converse. A spirit stirs in green fields – to embrace, to turn light, wide and distant.

In the glade, the ladder of day, each aspect breaking through, a slow weave of day, just begun, woven as a guide, as blossom — a breath of the still unfurling.

• Lorine Niedecker