Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

The Dawning

"In a single burst the icy soil opens and shoots high ..."

The Dawning



Blue moon shines down low
where the shimmering glaze of snow
-hides the souls of the land

Whispers fill the white wilderness
where each shadow weeps of emptiness
-but the ground brims with muted spirits

The sky explodes with streaks of radiant light
and bare trees sparkle with great might
-as the surface ascends towards the heavens

In a single burst the icy soil opens and shoots high
and a veil rushes to cover the celestials on nigh
-leaving behind the void and the darkness

The once-hushed voices immerse the air with melodic chorus
as each star wakes to twinkle in rhythmic consensus
-the liberated then rise to join as one with the multitude above

Joyful singings slowly fade to a quiet breeze
and the now hollowed earth lies in a peaceful ease
-a phoenix drifts towards the blushing horizon, carrying a birch tree leaf

Article © Carrie A. Golden. All rights reserved.
Published in the April 2, 2012 issue .
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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