Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem at Dawn

Be still, and let
morning happen.

Let dark blue foredawn
brighten into day.

Let traffic occur,
let coffee be made.

Let mind be lively,
let eyes awake
to many newnesses.

Let commerce begin,
and contemplation.

Let the gravestones
of Mount Pleasant Cemetery
whiten in the rising light.

And though it is still
technically winter,
let the tender flower
of this young moment
unfold and open
to the fullness of spring.

Let the shrinking patches
of tired old snow
trickle away into yester,
into ago.

Let the bare branches of March,
let the birds of Mrs Álvarez,
let my own heart and soul
give thanks and give thanks.



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