Shades In Nascent Light Poem by Ananta Madhavan

On days when I get up before sunrise
To see what is discernible in nascent light
Across the street, beyond sparse foliage,
And father yonder on the horizon.

The dark hill of Devi seems prone, outstretched
Over all things evil, cruel or mean.
I raise my arms in silent reverence
To Savitr, as I call the vivifying cosmos.
Let there be dusk and dawn.Now I discern
Day seeping in through sieves of mist and cloud,
Stark branches and boles of trees before spring,
In shades of hues I cannot name, except to laud
Plurality in our singular space.

I thank the Powers for the gift
Of sensing beyond what is perceivable,
In nameless shades of nascent light.