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WORD TO THE WISE AT SUNRISE

Injuries to the body

break more than spirit.

They break sleep

into small segments

devoid of dreams

held captive

by muscles that scream

“Stop. Change position. 

Move. Get up!”

until night is no more.

Injured bodies awaken

before the dawn appears

to stretch, then stretch some more

until the pain rolls away

out of sight, out of a mind

on which it closes the door.

It keeps moving and maneuvering

to find balance in the spine

where all courage rests supine

allowing hope to settle

in muscle and bone

torn and worn by strife,

to keep the body moving

on its way to healing,

on its way to a fulfilled life.

Nations must do the same,

injured by past deeds.

They cannot heal

if they insist on staying asleep.

Their pain claims all their attention, 

not to mention

stiffening their hearts, minds and souls,

until they are trapped in a body

politic, unbalanced, unable to move

up and out of the bed

with forceful strides 

to claim the prize

of freedom and progress

to move through the world

pain free, on the way to healing,

stretching possibilities

to live in a world truly

peaceful and free.

Word to the wise, “Awake!”

A new dawn is here.

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AFTER THE RAIN

Morning flows unabated

by the weight of leaden skies

which slowly open to reveal

a gloriously reddened sunrise.

Clouds quickly scatter

before guttural winds

losing their breath

as day begins.

The garden awakens

to birdsong and mirth

of butterflies and bees.

All is well on this Earth.

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MARCH OF SUNRISE

Confusion knocks about the yard.

Degrees climb from their beds

until Cold drops down from afar

bringing Rain and cooler heads.

Birds shelter in the pines,

chattering endlessly.

Even the Insects chant their rhymes.

Not the joyous songs of Spring

but curious verse of wondering.

Ground remains frozen with mirth

at the duplicity of Mother Earth.

Buds set on Tree and Bush.

Bulbs grudgingly against Soil push.

Forsythia is no silly fool

sensing Climate is Lord of Misrule.

She refuses yet to bloom

awaiting Snow’s futile return so cruel.

It is too soon to celebrate Winter’s demise.

This is only recess, not summer vacation.

Still, it is a lovely surprise 

to see such a glorious Sun rise.

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