Passage Anew

Emerging from the grove
The long night is coming to an end 

Remnants of rain drips from leaves, tears after a cleansing cry
The moon dips in and out clouds, as the purple dawn kisses the sky

The air is heavy with woody ash, a fire extinguished, flames which did die
The rites of night, have passed 
The boughs lifted to release weary, contented wardens of nature

The newest guardian initiated, leading the charge

The sun crests the horizon
Brightness alights the woods 
And illuminates the radiance of the new days to come

^{© 2025, Denise Pasutti}