For Dee, As Venus Rises



It begins today

With the first beams of light

Touching a tiny hornet of fire and steel

That trails a cotton-candy streamer

Across the lightening sky


So slow and delicate this spider's thread of mist

Up among the clouds and stars

                  where the wind runs and plays

                  with the children of dreams

It has neither a beginning

Nor an end

It circles the sky and whispers to the morn


                  It speaks of the wonders of the aimless air

                  And of the glory of wandering the sunfield

                  And it catches and reflects beams upon beams



Is such a delicate crescendo


                                                                                                            Christopher J. Cramer

                                                                                                            October 7, 1980