Summer Sunrise in Williamstown

The world is quiet.

And darkly dimmed

As 'Prelude to Sunrise' crescendos,

Sheep Hill trembles with life

Early morning's mist beads on the cheek

Of every leaf,

Trailing down the cleavage

To the tips,

Swelling,

Teardrops hanging from every lash,

Weeping at creation's beauty

And like I know this place,

This place knows me with bittersweet fondness.

A chilled warmth,

Like a summer sunrise in Williamstown

First light fuses past the horizon,

Blushing burnt oranges, placid yellows and self-deprecating reds

Over my purple mountains majesty

And with the sun,

My heart also rises, filling to engorgement

Aching in my chest

Shadows trickle into the valleys,

Casting across the clearings,

New light breaking, just before Cold Springs

The Village Beautiful, take a deep breath

Savor your chilled warmth

And shiver in devotion