by David Guzman

Created on: September 19, 2011

                            Dawn at Sunrise

Dawn at Sunrise is like no other.
The colors change from black, to indigo, to mystic blue,
And then to pink, becoming brighter and brighter,
Until at last the yellow that carries the day.

The wind rises, and I am transported;
My spirit travels with the wind, wafting up the Alpine meadows,
Down the sleeping glacier , among the trees,
Simultaneously flowing among the world awakening.

When first my world transformed, the day dawned cold.
The sun rose pink, illuminating the mountains
From Rainieryama, past the interim Cascades,
And north to Bakersan.

The sudden light
            the clarity of cold
                        the purity of the light
                                    the energy of cold

What once was structure is now light,
As when a building collapses and the light floods in
Where before it was excluded.
Where once was shadow is now light!
No longer a creature of earth and water,
but now of light –
                                    and the light is sunrise.


Note: Sunrise is the East-facing slope of Mt. Rainier

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