On a Winter Dawn

By Sherri Steiner

A lone pigeon perched on the peak of the world
Watching the new day dawn.
For the former days had been gray and gloom
And he cooed all the golden on.

Though the air was still with an icy frill
He waited, undaunted all
While the frosted grass shivered underfoot
And a sparrow quivered its call.

The gray turned to blue and the blue all blushed
Then broke to a sunny grin,
And the lone pigeon perched on the peak of the world
As we watched the day begin.

Just another girl from a farming community in Ohio, Sherri Steiner does most of her thinking and writing while alone with her cows, her thoughts, and her God.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy