Meneshian: Dawn
I opened the window to dawn,
And in rushed cold,
Crisp Lori mountain air.
A wolf
Prancing on newly fallen snow,
Paused and stared my way.
Our eyes locked. I did not blink.
He turned his head and
Scampered away into the trees
Higher up the mountainside.
A shepherd
In the distance,
Waving his stick like a baton, then
Tapping it on the ground,
Called out, “Ho, ho!” to his flock,
As they made their way
Higher yet up the mountainside.
Soon, in the valley below,
The village will awaken to another day,
Another “drop of honey.”
Oct. 6, 2009


