February 17, 2013 Sunday Whirl #96

under, naked, scurries, birth, imaginary, hiding,
door, faces, root, candlelight, lack, held
A New Day
Under a starless sky
The night scurries naked
Back to his hiding place
The sun prepares
For the birth
Of a new day
Rising above Taos Mountain
Lighting the valley
And the whole world

The artist opens
The door of the
Little imaginary cage
Of ideas
Selects one
That will take root
And grow

As night returns
She works by candlelight
Held with one hand
At work with the other
She faces new challenges
With lack of fear
Of night
Or her own
Darkest doubt