The second poem is also a picture involving a winged predator, but this time, he’s soaring over a calm peace, though also on the edge of dawn. The meaning of this poem is to show that beauty exists in both, especially when neither collide with the other.
18 January 2012 - Slips and Runs - misc rhyme
Night pulls the hem of cloaks now wet with dew
as Dawn prepares her pallet’s golden hue;
in missing moments time has lost,
the waking water hesitates
and those who wait
count the cost.
Announced by loons morn dimples sky with sun
mist lifts from kissing meres where dreams have sung;
the earth will warm with fingered light
and catch the ripples’ shoreward reach
a prelude’s peace
breaching sight.
From perches hung with shadowed care one comes
on wings of hunters, edge’s light to plumb;
across the water’s silent wake,
a cyclic stirring vaunted breast,
a keen eye rests
give and take.
The pair of ducks have swum and passed me by;
the hawk has flown and bridged what banks belie;
I’ll sit until the day has come
then leave without regret or shame.
Tomorrow’s name
slips and runs.
01-19-12
misc rhyme patter of; a10,a10, b8,c8,c4,b3
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