Menu
--chosen-work--
First Light
At first light when the mists of morning rise
and birds sing from their branches to the world
with Venus shining in the eastern skies
the garden glows with damask rose unfurled
Or at evening in the golden light
when dust had settled on the rose at last
hush descended with the velvet night
the garden took on beauty unsurpassed
Yet dazzled by your glance the morning star
is paled and blackbirds halt their melody
harsh beside your touch rose petals are
How wonderful is God's gift of you to me