Dawn on the desert crashes into the day like a thousand demon drummers. 
Slowly, unobtrusively at first, a thin line of light on the horizon, then a fiery rising, an overture of color. 
Small birds who, predawn, chirped contentedly outside my window, chatter excitedly as the flaming sky frames my mountain. 
A glowing proscenium arch separating the auditorium of life from the stage of the Divine. 
Slowly, the now muted color dissolves into the blue of a cloudless day, echoing my wonderment of existence. 
Dawn, I welcome you. 
Your beauty assails my senses. 
You awaken me to yet another day, the gift of life. For that I am thankful. 

Vi Jones (c)1999