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.
WINTER DAWN
In first wintry morning light
The window sill peeling paint
Has grown a beard of ice
Overnight. Glacial darkness
Now is luminous chill. Wan
Beams bounce about, silent.
Walls, doors, bed, and sofa
Glow like the full moon.
Hidden behind the horizon, a lantern
Reddens the sky, blue and gray.
Winsome, time turns, smiles
For the photographer, who
Traps the moment in amber
As eternity enters the room.
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| Wheatstacks (End of Summer) (1890-91) by Claude Monet |
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Credits - original publications:
ReplyDelete“Prologue,” Pine+Basil, Volume 1, Issue 1, page 20
“Winter Dawn,” Literature Today, edited by Dr. Pradeep Chaswal and Dr. Deepak Chaswal, Volume 5 (May 2016), page 21
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