Friday, November 27, 2015

Window at First Light



First light gathers at the glass

Undraped for early waking,

Red shadows in the room,

Morning without the sun

Which fails to rise,

But moves instead

Sideways through the trees,

Like a cell straining to split,

It must be as hard

To double as to die,

No longer imperiled by love,

Free now.

Behold the hill,

Forever formed by what it used to be.







—with a few lines by Kay Ryan