Friday, June 3, 2016

New Again...

I found this poem in a book yesterday and it made me want to start where I stand.
How about you?


Somehow, while boughs were silver-brushed
And vespers hushed with stars
While the moon was a bark un-rushed
On midnight’s far-off bars

Somehow, before the lark awoke
And stoked the dark with praise
Or morning like a victor broke
Night’s yoke with Mercy's gaze

...while noise was shy and silence bold
And Time, a silk-wheeled train
Somehow twixt dusk and dawn the old
Became new once again

© Janet Martin


 Here it is, all shiny and new again; Today.



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