Sacred in the early dawn
as silence captures
our minds, our wills
we share of life
of what we know
to what we've become
and how best to impart
of somber thoughts
to those we love
and not offend
and not offend.

Diluted in the early haze
we shade not our eyes
as thoughts of childhood
of the good and bad
come upon dawn
and whispered hushed voices
we the reverence
of the birth
of another day's
reflected sunlight.

Be careful
as to what you share
for in trying to help
those you love
words must be chosen
from the spirit
from the prayer
for what is eternal
and then when said
these words will become
words of love.

C.J. Ingerson
1/3/98

So seeking
a landing
in the snow
covered grass
the pheasant
chose to blend
as one
with the forest floor
while evening fell
and the wind
grew colder still.