By Goeff Oelsner
What is precious is distilled at dawn
as sun peeps over the transom of morning
as newborn light burnishes your body
GAIA
with your migrant cloud-herds
vagrant tribes of upper air
with your azurite necklace of lakes
tangled skein of rivers
with gushing knots of ice melt
drip of thin rivulets over stone
with your maze of hairy roots
heft of hoary branches
with transparencies of cricket song
bird song inlaying silence at dawn
with your spired and lucid crystal choirs
O blue jewel swaying on a stalk of sunlight
GAIA
What is precious is distilled
each dew wet dawn
we are dew-wed with you
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