Darkness begets morning
dripping in dawns of seed birth
reaching up through summer days
crackling storm rains veiling
purple twilights in evening showers
of scarlet and billowing sun sets.

Black nights peel the illusions of sleep
in dream layers revealing at dawn
a warm light peering over the horizon
waking creation to forgotten hope
that must be, must be, it must be
or it will not be it will cease to be.

Portland, Oregon – July 18, 2017

“Spes salve”  – Latin: “Saved in hope.”