summer morning sun epiphanies

it is a quarter to seven AM

I have just finished reading Ginsberg

the light of the stormy stunted sun illuminated Holy before my rapid eye gaze.

I turned fully expecting a stranger with a lantern slow cranking the doors of caged flame open –

beautiful archaic references-

the dawn is so vibrant.

it demands to be thrown open,

my window, take in thirsty green turning ripened yellow field under sun obscuring, rain filled, ocean deep blue clouds packed seamlessly into dawn sky.

smell of wet earth, mud and dew drop leaves and grass and wings of birds oblivious to summer morning chill,

they pass my frame black specks on the scene seen through rows upon rows of miniscule squares.