poem for mornings
August 24, 2010 § 2 Comments
bless the eastern edge of the sky
as it rises from the night
bless the light
as I touch it
bless the dark edges of the face
before me between me
and the sun
bless that which I cannot see
bless what the light keeps from me
and bless its unseen watching
a night kitchen 
Patti,
While I am not an avid facebooker, I have been following your poetry. This one silently speaks to me.
Thanks for sharing – you poetry guru-u.
Karen
Thanks Karen!