Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy

Jane's poem of the morning -

The house is empty now

wrapped in deep darkness of winter daybreak.
The rain settles in on the grasses
and the iris that were taunted into sprouting
by a temperate autumn.

Night dreams linger ­
the lost dog and the house come loose ­
meeting the new day within the shadow
of a long dawn.

Morning greets its facing partner too
in a tentative embrace
the place between it and the leaving night
as much of mystery as we will know

before our feet abandon earth.

by Jane Flint

My response:

My eye sees the iris today
because of your poem
and the blue and white
wrap round and round
enclosing us both -

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