Dawn

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.