Dawn Among The Redwoods

I woke in utter blackness. Lying there
Upon the forest floor, I watched the night
Retreat before the day's attack. The light
Came slowly, with a guarded, watchful care
To leave no darkness. I became aware
Of shadowed shapes of trees, an owl in flight
Along the creek. Then to my breathless sight,
Three spots of gold appeared, high in the air!

With trembling heart, I heard dawn's triumph song,
Transfixing me with wonder and the thrill
Of heavenly art. Tree tops were turned to gold!
Three lofty redwoods, vast, primeval, strong,
Had found the sun when God spoke from the hill:
"Let there be light!" Creation is not old.

(This 1964 sonnet won first prize in the Washington State Poetry Day contest.)