of dawn and thee

it starts with two, as is right,
for then there must be more —
so scripture says …

I nestle in my tiny alcove
just left of attention;
while Fran seeks a softened rock …

and together we watch the dawning.

I read her a poem I wrote a bit ago,
that seems appropriate
to time and place …

papa
…………………………………

Lively Vine

There is a struggling vine out back
curling about the arbor bench
in valiant defiance of fate –
soil poor, exposure shaded dim,
and little care save wind and insects.

Yet, I will spend some time each day
to watch its gradual change –
from tawdry leaves of verdigris
to its many hues of pageantry.

Its dreary life invokes pity,
and my scant attention feckless;
but all year I know of its soul
that will command attention now!

This thought is but allegory,
of the hidden spirit in all;
that I speak of the child next door –
ignored until she is a crone.

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About faucon

Male, 62 - owner of an eclectic retreat center called Sakin'el in Knoxville, TN. Author of many books listed on lulu.com

Posted on October 10, 2006, in Abbey Life, DawnMuse, EverLight. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. It took me a while to track this down in the maze of WordPress but i’m glad i found you. This is a beautiful idea.

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