White mist and gray
Cold silent air
Before dawn
Before heat
before man noise

The antarctic slides
Down slopes 
Amid eucalyptus trees
And uva vines
Into espino branches 
Where swallows gather
And doves quietly coo
Hillside life murmurs 
The ending of its night songs

This living mist
Moistens the earth
Drawing granite and clay
To my lips and my skin

Light gathers.