first light

walk into dawn
allow soft pinks
to wrap your heart
stand by the rhubarb
that just broke ground
hear songbirds
welcome light—
while you await
first crowning rays
the chill air bites
headache washes clean
Daphne wakes your
nose—winter’s gift
the world may be
in chaos, but here,
for now,
peace reigns

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.