Friday, April 8, 2016

New Again

After dark the daylight comes
Minstrel music from the sky
Over scrim of soldered tomes
A fresh page of patience sighs

After dark the morning wakes
Ether force naught can withhold
Like a rising wave that breaks
Washing mount and moor with gold

After dark earth is a lark
Singing in the sun or rain
As time’s wayfarers embark
Where the day is new again

© Janet Martin

Inspired by the previous poem

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