Come, Aurora

A tentative step
A soft look
Warm breath
Clouding cool morning air,
The deep wood,
Dark, still
So full of
Sleeping, dreaming
Forms of life
Under the moon
Drifting farther
And farther away
Pressed by the sun
Out of the bluing sky
To a far corner
Of this small universe
And then:
A tentative step
A soft look,
Warm breath:

A deer steps to the edge of the road
From the deep wood.

Here is the day.