morning poem, March 2, 2017

Light came again this morning

It whispered through the windowshades

And gave form to the old chest and the new chair

Moments later it wrote again the titles on the books

Now it fills the rooms of houses

Where men and women face each other

And begin the day’s work

It floods the schoolrooms, too

And children write and paint with it.

Outside, it raises the grass

And draws the buds from the tips of branches

And flashes on the river and creek

Where flies hatch and trout rise to gulp them.


Copyright 2017

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