the swallows nesting under the stage
are early risers, the bastards. so cheerful
it seems that even the sunrise
arrives slower, hoping they’ve moved on
to post-breakfast nap
Tag Archives: sunrise
October-eve morning on the river (broken tanka)
fog off the water on a crisp AM:
a late September sunrise
oil paint orange, pink, and blue
my bed calls
color of mud
I write so infrequently of the morning —
bridges stretched across the river
backlit against the sunrise
near colorless waves soon enough
turning the color of mud
the last morning star gradually covered
by the September sun