Dawn

Dawn

Alleluia!
Another day has emerged
From the dark of night
A brilliant blood orange globe climbs
From its birthing bed
On distant shore

Its beauty grows
As it rises
Its image reflecting off
The morning looking glass
Repeating from shore to shore
Its beauty enhanced
With strings of brilliance
Like blinking 
Christmas lights
Strung across
The tiny ripples frosting mid lake

Ethereal wisps of moisture
Waft across the lake
Dancing a minuet
In celebration of dawn

The dam dribbles water
Creating a background choir
Of bubbling and gurgling
To this morning show

Aha!
The feathered section
Has now awoken
Spilling out their joy 
With chirps and tweets

A turtle head pops up
To peer at the sky
A masterpiece of creation

Waah, waah, waah resounds
As a bird flies low over the water
Rhythmically creating air turbulence 
With her mighty wings
The loons gliding across the water
Hunting for breakfast
Do not shout alarm
The mighty bird must be friend
Not foe.

All else is still
People wrapped in blankets
Hands warmed
By chosen morning drinks
Sit in reverent silence
Upon the end of their dock

This morning production
Is never shut down
It changes daily
But always is gift

I breathe deeply
The cool air
Of Little Lake Sunapee
And give thanks for creation
For life
For peace
In this little corner of our world
This heavenly space.


Patricia O’Connor 
August 2025