The glimpse of a small tent
Of orange and red
Among the dripping trees
I crawled out of the tent
To breathe the pure morning air
The smell of evergreens
The smell of the hardy cedar
Greets me before the dawn
The forest is filled with mist
Dawn has not yet come
It had rained during the night
A grey-blue light
Before the coming of dawn
Like a mysterious half light
Over the turbid waters
The song birds quiet this morning
The sky is lowering
Black clouds to the west
The sky to the east
A pale slate-blue
The only moving thing
Was the moving water
The shadows are lifting
From the rocky shoreline
Tree tops visibly green
The stark rocks begin to glow
Their colors warming to life
Still nothing moved
But the moving waters
The birds still silent
A warming sensation
Of the sun touching my face
The day has come
A dazzle of green, yellow and blue
The now singing birds
Bring joy to the forest
The rough bark of evergreens
Glistening black with wet
Ken Bennison's Photography 