NEW DAY

 

NEW DAY

 

This first pale ribbon

weaves a range of hills –

slowly the morning light

 

conceives a multitude

of forms –

retrieves a certainty

 

from the dark night’s womb.

 

Seized by the silent sun

the skyline seethes –

the darkness winnowed

 

from interstices of trees.

 

*********

 

The sun ascends

to break the bough –

my chosen silver branch

 

dissolves into

a maze of silhouettes –

 

the fire

invisibly suspended.

 

 

                                Malcolm Evison

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