PROLOGUE
Gloaming
is gradually pushing night away.
Casting
a magician’s spell, day sweeps
His
arm in a wide arc, left to right.
The
sky submits to his behest.
Darkness
retreats faster than low tide pulling back its forces,
Fading
until morning is a garment washed many times.
Dawn
is a gray wolf’s coat streaked with white clouds.
Blue
and pink light diffuse, a river entering a delta.
Moon
and stars now gleam faintly, soft as kindness.
Daylight
is spilling, gentle waterfall, over the window sill.
The
house begins to stir, a living animal.
I
hear tinkling utensils, clattering plates, sloshing glasses.
Coffee
is percolating, a gurgling snorkel.
Birds
let loose warbles, sinuous wrist movements of a dancer.
Clearing
throats repeatedly, roosters do not understand
Only
once is necessary to remind everyone day is here.
Din
rises, tittering audience before a performance.
Turning
squeakily, a faucet drills water into a pail.
Commuters
gun their engines. Motorcycles roar, punching holes in paper.
Chaos
breaks out, a bull bounding free from a maze.
Originally
published in Pine+Basil, Volume 1,
Issue 1, page 20
Morning Light by Pam Holnback |
Beginning the Church's liturgical year, Advent (from, “ad-venire” in Latin or “to come to”) is the season encompassing the four Sundays (and weekdays) leading up to the celebration of Christmas.
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