Stalking the Earthen Orb of Morn

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

The late morning light glazes the lake,
pierces, with stems and stalks of lily and reed.
Shadows freeze like lashes upon the limpid surface
of still water fracturing the sky-blue to black.
Iris of earthen orb, brush back the unruly screen of vision,
rub the cinders from night's lingering trace,
awake from the mire of silted dream.    
Let the wind, your laggard lover,
rise a frolicking and remove each lash
with the gentle touch of fingertip.