. Morning Witness To greet the dawn, I crossed a meadow green, still blanketed in jewels of morning dew. I sat upon a rock, still and serene, and watched the sky transform from black to blue. Even before the silhouettes of trees defined the border of the unborn sky, I heard the morning song of chickadees and listened as a loon bid night goodbye. The entrance of the sun brought colors forth in hues that brightened slow from dark to light; ‘twas not for me to judge this beauty's worth, but merely to record the glorious sight, and then to make my way from whence I’d come, with miles to walk to find my way back home. . . Sunrise in the Pacific Northwest When I wander the dark, pre-dawn streets of this town, with its sawmills all quiet, past pastures and trees, I will often stop, hearing the beautiful sound of the unbroken silence, while its people all sleep. Then the feathered small heralds start painting the gray with the songs of sheer joy and sweet hope that they sing, all the nocturnal creatures will tuck themselves in, and hide, safe from the brightness the new day will bring. Next, the sun slowly creeps from its far away bed, and the dawn gently kisses the landscape below; like a lover, its beautiful tender caress, rouses forest and field in the soft morning glow. Crystal clarity grows with a purpose and strength, building anticipation. Each color released adds itself to the glorious moment of truth, when sunshine erupts over hills to the East. Soon the world is awash in full color and light. Morning glories unfurl, exposing their hues without shame to the sun and its life-giving rays, standing strong in each meadow, amidst sparkling dew. . . Dusty Grein is an author, poet, graphics designer, professional editor, and book publisher. Originally from Federal Way, Washington, he currently lives in the hills of central Oregon, where many of his 21 grandchildren occupy much of his free time. When he is not busy writing, editing, and producing books for others, he donates a great deal of his time and graphics talent. In honor of his first-born grandson Eddy, lost to SIDS at 13 weeks old, he creates free memorial images for bereaved families, with a special focus on infant and pregnancy loss. His blog, From Grandpa’s Heart… is followed by fans around the world.