Soft blue of dawn even when it is Monday morning – grateful for creation’s rhythm…
thank you, David Kanigan
The moon is out. The ice is gone. Patches of white
lounge on the wet meadow. Moonlit darkness at 6 a.m.
Again from the porch these blue mornings I hear an eagle’s cries
like God is out across the bay rubbing two mineral sheets together
slowly, with great pressure.
A single creature’s voice—or just the loudest one.
Others speak with eyes: they watch—
the frogs and beetles, sleepy bats, ones I can’t see.
Their watching is their own stamp on the world…
I steel myself for the day.
~ Nellie Bridge, from “February 11″ from Echotheo Review, July 18, 2011
Notes: Poem from 3 Quarks Daily. Winter Moon photo in Norway by Maren Fredagsvik
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