Skyline shifts
beyond boundaries of Light.
Dawn breaks apart
Moon from Starlight.
Friend to all,
Sun takes deep breath
and slowly rises
just beyond the Bend
between neighbors’ yards
and my own.
I sit in wonder.
My Joy wanders,
alone.
Tag Archives: sunrise
A NEW DAY IS COMING
Morning must wait awhile
for the sun to cross the stile.
We wait in darkness,
shadows their starkest;
unable to see our way,
knowing the sun will rise,
always, on a new day.
But, I am awake for hours;
no years, no decades now.
I have pushed away darkened skies,
I have struggled to plant seeds
in hardened soil stomped on
by supremacist feet of clay.
I have listened to hateful words
until my soul shouts and sways.
Always, always, I wait for the sky
to lighten on a new day.
I listen for the first notes
of morning-birds’ first songs
carried on morning-breath’s first breezes
stirred by sun’s rising heat
overturning the cold of night;
up-ending threatening nightmares
and tossing them away.
Soon, soon, I promise you.
There will come a new day.
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.
Filed under POETRY
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.
Filed under POETRY
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.
Filed under POETRY
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