The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don’t go back to sleep. – Jellaludin Rumi
I got up from my bed and went wandering through the woods at dawn. I sat on a plank bridge across a lake, facing the rising east, while frogs spoke behind me. Then I walked deeper into the woods where other voices chanted up the sun. Something I couldn’t see, whose voice I didn’t recognize, squeaked and jumped into the creek. A bunny bounded from my path, flashing his white tail at me a few times. Then he sat under some brambles very still, head turned over his shoulder and ears cocked, to see if I was fooled. I wasn’t, but I didn’t let him know. I think seeing a rabbit on Midsummer morning must mean good luck.
I picked some blackberries, wild sweet things to give my son when he awoke. I picked some leaves and flowers: blackberry, violet, elder. Then I drank some faery tea. The sun has vanquished the darkness.