Bare Oaks
This morning the bare oaks explain what they’ve woven Like old men who speak with their hands. ~ [ 2120 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Dawn’
Blossoming
I am what I am — a star, the cherry tree — an outstretched hand. ~ [ 2115 ]
Robin-Song
If sleep is life and death is waking up, the lightest dark and the darkest light is just enough. ~ [ 2114 ]
Alive as Anyone
I ran a little later this morning, though I was done well before sunrise. Still, light was growing in the east, and I was treated to the first early-morning round of robin-song I’ve heard this late-winter, early-spring. One bird was perched on a low retaining wall, singing as it watched me go by, a scene that repeats itself every year, and which always remains new. I’ve run every day now […]
Oranges
This poem was written fifteen years after my father’s death. He was a good reader, and remembered what he read, but as an adult he wasn’t a reader of many books; certainly not of poems. Like so many of his generation, he read the daily newspaper from front to back. And like my mother, he encouraged his three children to read, and expected us to do well in school, which, […]
Camera Note
Note: To operate the camera, cradle your life in such a way, standing above it, and in it, looking down, through it, and all around, from childhood to dawn, then press the button that takes the picture — and be sure not to frown, when you realize you forgot the film. . Thoreau’s journal, entries for March 2 and March 4, 1854. The First Bluebird. Golden Senecio Leaves. The Melting […]
Ever and One
A new day breaking into bloom. Dust in my room. Waltz with my broom. . [ 1762 ]
What Made Me Think
If happiness and joy could be summoned with effort, just think how happy and joyful we would be; still we try, and are undone by trying; what made me think of this? a cloudy, misty dawn; my heart beating; the universe rolling on . . [ 1758 ]
William Michaelian 