A NEW DAWN

watching anxiously

from our dark cave mouth

we huddle, eyes focussed

on the distant ridge.

Then at last, a lightening

of the low sky. Muttering

we creep out into the new dawn.

It has returned to us.

our Lord the Sun

which we had thought killed for ever

by the black cold night.

Now he climbs the sky

and we climb into our day,

hunt, feed, work at our flints

until another Darkness drags away

our shining warming Lord.

Can we be sure of a New Dawn.