January Morning
A poem
January 2, 2008
January Morning
A stillness trembles
Waiting for the break
Of dawning light to
Stir the world awake
And sweet smoke rises
Through the icy air
Like fragile fingers
Offering a prayer.
A poem
January Morning
A stillness trembles
Waiting for the break
Of dawning light to
Stir the world awake
And sweet smoke rises
Through the icy air
Like fragile fingers
Offering a prayer.