Mindful Monday

Dawn came up from the couch of her reclining,
 . . . 

with fresh light in her arms for gods and men.

Homer

The Odyssey

Mindful Monday

Ecstatic bird songs pound

the hollow vastness of the sky

with metallic clinkings—

beating color up into it

at a far edge,—beating it, beating it

with rising , triumphant ardor,—

stirring it into warmth,

quickening in it a spreading change,—

bursting wildly against it as

dividing the horizon, a heavy sun

lifts himself—is lifted—

bit by bit above the edge

of things,—runs free at last

out into the open—! lumbering

glorified in full release upward—

                                      songs cease

William Carlos Williams

Dawn