Dew Aflame – a poem by Gene Hyde

Dew Aflame 

In the few moments
when the world’s spin
and the sun’s rays
align just so, maple
leaves shimmer and glow,  
hints of transcendence,
dew aflame on the grass,
leaves cloaked in light,
the air itself a breath
of the divine, affirming 
us all, like neighbors 
checking on each other
after a storm, smiling,
going back home
as the Earth spins
and the sun shines and 
the mundane marches on. 

after 'All The Diamonds in the World' by Bruce Cockburn

Gene Hyde is a writer, poet, and photographer who lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. He has spent most of his adult life finding inspiration, solace and strength in these ancient, verdant mountains. His writing and photography have appeared in such publications as Appalachian Journal, San Antonio Review, The Banyan Review, Raven’s Perch, Valley Voices, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, and Mountains Piled Upon Mountains: Appalachian Nature Writing in the Anthropocene.