Winter Dawn

I rise exultant, for I know dull eyes
Like mine can watch the hands of God reveal
Darkness and day embattled in the skies
For mastery. In eye and soul I feel
The glory as old stars, fast fading, bow
To growing light. A ruddy, orange rim
Caps the Cascades. Rainier, jet black 'til now,
Turns purple. Mars and Venus slowly dim.
Then sunrise shatters dreams; and he who made
The mountain, sea and sky, with all their spawn,
Gives me the heart to love that cavalcade
Of morning beauty on this clear, cold dawn.
Who has the eyes may see, yet I could weep,
For some poor souls, alas, are still asleep.