Twig by twig alit
hoarfrost incandescence
winter morning’s bloom
crystalled efflorescence.
Tag Archives: morning
Connections: December 14.16
Twice the lights
as ice repeats
neighbors’ watts
in glist’ning sheets.
Morning song
in high-pitched blare
as spinning tires
speed to nowhere.
Connections: December 9.16
First snow is always new
to me
turbans on seed pods
heavy as air
scant
waist-high to a grass blade
swaddling
the morning
like something
never seen
never breathed
before
to me.
Connections: August 26
Connections: July 18
Connections: June 5
Is this why birdsong?
Because in some Olympian die
copper clouds are forged?
What else to do but sing and fly?
Connections: June 3
Summer morning fog
remnant of the moon
nestles between fences
wisping to roofs
silvering the dill.
Connections: May 24
What is this woodland sprite
that’s come to live with me?
Did it hitchhike on the mulch?
How did it come to be?
It surprised my eye one morning
this stark and starry white
set in birch-bound jewelbox
six-petaled margarite.
Connections: February 2
Morning-night
collective yawn
one by one
the lights come on
house eyes open
slow and wide
wary of
the dark outside
barefoot patter
can’t be heard
but pajama’d life
can be inferred.
Connections: November 23
Many years ago
we walked a common way
through hallowed halls of high school,
teenage day-to-day.
That was then and this is now;
our ways are long asunder.
But here and there we’ve grabbed an hour
be-robed, betimes, to wonder
where we’ve been and who we are
how life is still aborning,
and we know the richest cuppa
is friendship in the morning.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
And thanks to D.J. Berg for all those early morning summits.
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