An Annunciation of the Child

[augur]

I reach up to the sky, vast, Above!
A bolt flashes, piercing down through my center, Below!
On EURUS’ tempest a hawk speeds
Into the Setting Sun.
On the precipice of the day’s warmth giving way to
A cool night’s breeze.

As the night gives way to dawn, the hues transition—
Indigo to Gold-Amber and Rich Salmon.
Opening up into brilliant Yellow-Gold with a Pink Rose Translucency

On the horizon and On the periphery.

Awakening in wonderment from what seems an eternal sleep,

I observantly arise with the exuberance of a Child.

On the gentle wings of Zephyrus
I lift myself up, as an arrow pointed
Always toward the Rising Sun—
ALL of creation Below!
Oh, Mystery! Oh, Magesty! Oh, Might!
IAO!