DAWN CHORUS

an oldie

the smoke,

grey

chimney pots

a terracotta frame holding 

your figure

a silhouette shrinking under the 

chorus of light the

chorus of birds it’s the 

chorus of dawn

pack up the evening’s bags of

forlorn-dusted words, hide the absurdity

that you dreamt in any other

way, said prayers to the fading 

moon 

a white stain on a white sky

a blank canvas in a hollow room 

you’re invited inside,

keep your eyes shut and your

arms tied

mouth wide

singing the shadows of branches creeping into kitchen windows

a hum of colour

the hymn of life

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

October imagery....this poem is so cool; it is like an abstract painting...

could read it, stare at it for the longest time...and each moment brings something more to mind.
j.