Friday, December 21, 2007

Before Sunrise

Deep crimson from the east
Robes the last of the gingko queens
In rich, golden splendor
The drones approach their throne room
Fumbling through the darkness
With their offering of twinkling lights

Twenty brave soldiers pass by
Beholding the scene in reverence
As they huddle together for warmth
My eyes awaken to observe
This mysterious Beauty, profaned
When I try to capture it