Winter Dawn
A Poem
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSpread before the dawn
Cloudless sky
Frost on grass
Mist rising
Where the sun strives
Peach and pink, radiant light
Shifting imperceptibly across the arc of sky
Mysteriously now a cornflower blue
Mercury risen
Unwavering pinprick
Light shining through the sky
Like a hole pierced in our reality
Showing behind the sky
The sublime
Or another world
Limb-bare trees
Straggle broken forms
Finger crookedly into dawn sky
These last cold winter mornings
Ravens rise from their overnight roost
And I watch them rise
Like smoke above the fingered forms
The black motes shatter in silent explosion
And dart off to their inquiries
And I and the dog return the path to the west
Along the hedgerows we walk the limed grass
A line of blackbirds fly towards us
Bouncing in syncopation
The rhythm of their wingbeats
Like musical notes on a staff
Or perhaps braille
Unseeable by those that could read it
Unreadable by those who can see
A message perhaps
Or a portent of what lies in our future
