FIRST LIGHT - poem

Movement in the hubris of woods, a
strutting partridge, his jerky
steps nodding forwards. And
I marvel at the brave
way he steps through stillness,
cautious
in the ways of wild ones. Perhaps
we too could attempt to push
aside our timidity, to test life’s flavour
its sweetness, and grow within
similar moments. There, a second
ruffed grouse, its mate. Together
they hurry into the journey of morning’s
awakening.