Wednesday, December 1, 2010

December Morn - Silver Lining

"Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?" 

 Milton's (1634)
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Emerging under a canopy of cloudy skies,
the pale gold of a new day
in silence - makes it's entry 
this wet December morn.
Rain drops sprinkled by swaying branches
glitter against my window pane
they live - like a memory of a dream 
that never grows old, and the darkness
of night evaporates in the interplay 
of the pale light of the dawn, 

There at the edge where 
water and light embrace
to be united and absorbed
join in the wilderness
with the call of one solitary bird
breaking the silence - with sustained grace 
ushers in the miracle of the morning
of this incredible place! 


Imperfect prose