i saw the sun make her rise today. in the pre dawn shadow i sat in the grass on the highest spot in northumberland. foxes and song birds heralding the anticipated event. coyote yip and howl. the pines waving in the new day sighing in the breeze. waxwing in their numbers congregate in the topmost branches nibbling and conversing with eachother. the dawn chorus reaching a pitch as in each moment the sky brightens,a rim of golden peach backlights the clouds.. it's coming, it's coming, the new day! scent of pine,clover, skunk waft in the morning air. a murder of crows sail by. overhead they caw, in the distance others answer. the colour in the east lightens, the golden turns from orange to yellow. the great ball of fire lifts from the horizon. warm. glowing. fresh. a fox barks and runs from safety across the meadow of flowers, swift and red. a dragonfly hovers overhead then zooms on it's way to a nearby pond. a soft breeze warms. a golden serge and the newness of this day gives thought to new beginnings in life.