Winter Morning Star

WINTER MORNING STAR The morning star shines salient and bright Alone against a colour graded sky In transient intermission day from night When worlds half dream, reality yet nigh The trees dark silhouettes on indigo That melts to cerulean, red then gold Towards the eastern margin brightening slow To hint at dawn, the daybreak will unfold In frosted field the shrouded horses stand As statues still and frozen in quiescence No wish to raise their heads their faces bland ‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence Train passes by no common world incursion It’s closed space with internal lumination The passengers in drowsy introversion Each a universe of personal fixation Then at their destinations all will rouse Domains will coincide, their doors unbar Will they then open minds, the day espouse To share their vision, see the morning star