I am wasted by the weather
In a hastened death by wind,
Surrounded by a dream cloud gray,
And made to rest in the rain.
The umber bark of night limbs listen
To my fevered songs of lonely truth,
Which the stars do not grasp in sight,
And I feel for a sign of God.
So I turn to the meadow
And search in the moonlight.
I appease the black bird
To release the white.
At last, I find a tortuous path;
My footsteps deep in fog so thick
That I barely see it nudging me
At my side, the Dawn.
I call to the Dawn
And hold it tenderly.
It opens so softly;
I feel its vast stillness.
I tiptoe silently
Through and beyond
Each misty droplet
On its dewy plain.
Then as my hand slices
Its crystal breath,
I reach to kiss
The morning haze.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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