Dawn

Pause to witness the dew drops metamorphose
As the sky opens its portal
And nascent sun with promise immortal
Gazes placidly as leaflets pose
With the Earth, beetles confabulate
Unmindful of the condescending shrub
Indulges in faux pas, the bug
Kisses the ground and gains a color, its pate
The odor of the primordial
Embraces the spirit and mildly nudges
In thrall as I meander over the hedges
Creases on my face turn immaterial