Setting Sunrise

Swiftly rising sunset stays

Draws the breath of wind and wave,

Echoes mind of tool and soil—

Speak the whispers of the ‘morrow.


Scare crow covers light of morn—

Plant that withers never drawn.

Blackbird forests rise to sorrow,

Something evil to be done.


Watch the man with lantern lighting,

Flee the birds to narrows far.

Move the scarecrow back to folly—

Morning’s light is drawing near.


Watch the swiftly setting sunrise—

Hear the speech of morning gone.

Weave a prayer with light unchanged

Speak before the moment—


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