morning poem, December 24, 2016


The morning, soft and dark

Mist in the woods, leaves on the ground

One evanescent moment

When all is possible

When mysteries become clear

When scenes past rest in the bare branches

Once full of green life

Where board steps were nailed

Where rope swings hung

Where boy met girl


Remember who you once were

And who you hope to be

(Who you really ought to be)

Think on it in this passing moment

In the grey shade of winter dawn

While all is possible

Until clanging day invades

With its orders and toil

And the whispered answers fade

copyright 2016

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  1. Pingback: evanescent – Joseph E Bird

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