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Friday, March 26, 2010

Friday Poem: Dawning

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Dawning

Now the dawn rises up
Like some new monster
Like some mythical beast
Old and new
Promise and threat.
It begins and always
Will begin once again.
There is nothing new.
There is nothing old.
The world is re-created
By the new light
Of the old sun
By the old light
Of the new sun.

1 comment:

Bad Alice said...

That captures my ambivalent feelings about morning! Love those last five lines.