Aubade for Pentecost

I rise in night’s last dark 
leave the sleeping house 
step into the morning of the world

Birds sing in tongues 
crickets click confusion 
bullfrogs ask deep questions

New wind wrinkles pond water 
breath of trees strokes my skin
I accept the kiss of peace

Hills turn pink with joy 
flowers lift their heads– I turn 
with them to face the rising fire