Just Passed Dawn

It was a sky-shadow morning,
where the breathing mist and pollen hush
provided a pallet for soulful inspiration.

Above the shifting tapestry
of ground-bound swatches of yellow bright,
and shadowed silence of tree and bush;
is a casting of white and gray
where each branch and wire and gable
has its say and cannot be denied.

For just an instant,
every jutting presence –
God gift or man’s defile
has an equal voice
and vote
on what this day will be.