
Sunrise
stir my sleepy thoughts
pull me up
into a stretch
of day
with even strides
paced... in a lineal world
Your own view always of light
& always tightly focused on noon
where ever that might be
while mine is of shadows
and all those many minutes
& tinctures
& tones
in between
poem copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 38