Dawn at Green Lake with dock

Dawn at Green Lake with dock

The Everyday
by Ursula Le Guin, from Finding My Elegy

First light.  The arc of the old moon was rising
in a windy dawn that quickly grew behind it.
Silver-bright at first, it dimmed and thinned
’till it was lost in a vast radiance.

What happens everyday is what’s surprising.
The treasure’s never where I look to find it
but where I simply look — the sky, the wind,
sunrise, a silver arc, the moment’s chance.

Dawn with picnic table

Dawn with picnic table

The vast radiance of a winter sunrise

The vast radiance of a winter sunrise

Sunrise with blurred jogger

Sunrise with blurred jogger