Old 'New'

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Dawn, with impartial whisper wakes

Familiar fellowships and breaks

The bars that lowered deep until

It filled each window-box and sill

How easily the new is old;

Dawn startles midnight seas with gold

As old becomes untried and new

On morning’s sky-wide avenue

And suddenly we are immersed

In second chances, never cursed

To repeat what was brushed away

To that place we call yesterday

Ah, old and new are juxtaposed

Where twilight drew blue curtains closed

Dawn, with untarnished portions spills

New gold to old dusk-darkened hills

...and here, on boulevards unveiled

Time's New pulses where its old failed

As through a fretwork of old lace

Wakes mercy's brand-new day of grace

 

© Janet Martin