Above the sleeping city
A piquant contrast
Nature’s daily orison
Enlightening the dreamers
In summer, I miss the winter. Dawn breaks too early, even for the dog. Doubtless, she would not refuse a walk, but should I rise to greet the sun, she will not move, preferring her dreams to my reality. There is a temptation to walk anyway, with or without her boundless energy bounding ahead.
I watch the sky and ponder words, cloud-shadows on consciousness. ‘Temptation’… I know it means ‘to test or try’… yet I wonder if it stems from tempus… time? Are not all temptations just a matter of time? Too soon, too late, sometime, never… Should I dream some sweet allure and fiery excitement… or smile, content with the magic of this moment? All things pass, ephemeral as a dawn; but those who sleep miss the miracle.