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The Morrow Sun
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The Morrow Sun |
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KJOTT Member
since 2012-12-26
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The Morrow Sun (Morrow is an old word for morning or tomorrow) The morrow sun, reborn, rises just as surely as with night it falls; its flight of death and sorrow into the long held breath of stars. From out of the depths, from under the forest canopy and the wilderness of green along rivers and streams and the people walking there and, there, looking, from where I fell, cast upon a hillside. Out of the depths, into coverts and woods, above breaking waves upon pebbled shores, up rivers and streams, with the cooings of pigeons in glades and hollows— I am trembling as a leaf in air. Out of the depths, out of the shadow, over parklands and farmlands and the wide river of ocean, back, to the greens and golds of forest underwood, past pigeons loving openly, I am standing on a forest floor, swept clean. In the distance, the broad places of people and the sounds and silences of livingness. Out from the depths and into the world, the dappled light and shadow, there— the cocks and hens and unfledged pigeons. Upon the rise of the forest floor I find my knees. . kevinjtaylor |
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