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Winter Morning

Text of Poem

I enter a winter morning
under furrows of cloud plowed
by the wind, and watch fingers
of light pick out trees, the
silhouette of the chimney,
touch panes of a farmhouse window.
A refugee from the daily news
where love in exile, bombs of
anger, a forecast of blood
on the moon shame us for our ways,
I listen while the country speaks
with the bark of a dog, the whisper
of still grass under the foot,
a crow announcing a new day.

First Line
I enter a winter morning
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1981
Original Citation
Contact 2 (Summer/Fall 1981) 22.
Complete Poems
425
Word Count
83
Poetic Form
open
Bibliographic Notes

It is possible that this journal may be titled "Contact II"

Themes
Twitter Quote
I listen while the country speaks / with the bark of a dog