Monday, December 30, 2013

I Would Not Profane

©  Steve King
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I would not profane
the pageant of this dawning wood
with any small reflection
that a man might bring.

Yet how else may I know?

Light rises,
autochthonous, it seems;
this world displays itself in full always,
while I am left to trace faint shadows
in the afterglow.

(The last of the year for me, to be shared on Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads.  Happy New Year, all!!!)