In Search of Dawn
by Bill Yarrow
the air is a fierce tangerine tonight
my sympathy sails out to snails and dead grass
a thin wind in choir with civilization
is at odds with crickets and owls
squat birds make round sounds
one eyelash hangs on the night
heavy in the monarchy of morning
an ancient wind warms a singed leaf
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Author's Note
A version of this poem originally appeared in DuPage Arts Life in 2002.
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Nice work, Bill. I especially like stanzas one and three.
You sure paint beautiful pictures.
hot. like bring me some water, hot :)
Rene
Excellent. It rings and rings loud and clear. This is bright and brilliant.
This is sensory overload at its very best!
Beautiful imagery hear and there is Love the eyelash of night and the singed leaf :)
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