Door

another theme I keep working on, sorry....

When the night

         rubs out the horizon

         and all this black

         has more the quality of shade

and all the copsed trees

         cluster around sleeping fields

         and buried life waits and looks

a door in a heap of lived-in-stones opens,

         neon turns the cowshed

         into some kind of church.

This is the drained time,

         the first false dawn

         that makes the morning man start.  

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

This is really interesting. The dullness of winter is broken when the door opens to a neon false dawn, the first of many. But it is when life starts. Could be religious in nature. Hope that is okay to say. I'm probably way off the true meaning but I do think this is a great write.

[Tina Kline]

Night turns to day and a winder day has started. This describes a scene in winter where the farmer goes to tend his animals. It's his life and belief. It is what he is and does. Here it is winter where life is waiting once again to start. In spring he will be much more busy. A wonderful poem and delight to read. This is very well written and never is it a tired subject.