Jonathan Finch
Those first birds
Into dawn
Their times break forth
In song:
Song in darkness
Sound, swoon and sense
Too sweet
For day, ear, clear
When dark
Primary to light
Gives expert note
In trees.
Branched owls
Leaf eyes.
Bids sing
Exhorting light
To change
What was, not half
An hour since,
Bright moon,
Robe of the glossy star.
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(from “The Light Of Day (I)”)
