For Dee, As Venus Rises

It begins today

With the first beams of light

Touching a tiny hornet of fire and steel

That trails a cotton-candy streamer

Across the lightening sky

So slow and delicate this spider's thread of mist

Up among the clouds and stars

where the wind runs and plays

with the children of dreams

It has neither a beginning

Nor an end

It circles the sky and whispers to the morn

It speaks of the wonders of the aimless air

And of the glory of wandering the sunfield

And it catches and reflects beams upon beams

Sunrise

Is such a delicate crescendo

Christopher J. Cramer

October 7, 1980