Photo by Len Burgess. All Rights Reserved

At Dawn
At dawn we walk through a forest of frozen firs,
their branches dipping to snag our hats and drip
ice down our backs and send chills to our toes,
with snow underfoot and shadowy woods ahead.

But, the young sun’s glow gives a sweet caress
and promises us shelter as we trudge through
this strange, mysterious  and glorious world
of shadow and light, of biting cold and loving warmth.

© Marty Luster 2015