maple red and sunset orange
melding into deep lake blue
as black night fades into
silver stars from heaven"s bosom.
the distant light in the house
seems too far away to reach before
the gray dawn breaks over yonder hill.
before the wood
the dawn
before the dawn
the beginning of time.
Thoreau would"ve been proud
one hundred years ago
if he could have only seen
the glorious splendor of Walden now
through the salty tears in his eyes.
