Poems of Geraldine Connolly
|2.||In Praise of Dawn||4/11/2012|
|5.||Procession of All Souls||4/11/2012|
|7.||The Entropy of Pleasure||4/11/2012|
|8.||The Summer I Was Sixteen||1/13/2003|
|9.||To a Joshua Tree||4/11/2012|
|10.||Why I was sent to Boarding School||4/11/2012|
In Praise of Dawn
You can keep afternoon and its dwindling mysteries,
twilight with its seedy hauteur. You can have night
with its phony neon and rented motel rooms.
I prefer morning when the air is so quiet the rub
of a cricket's leg sounds like wildness beckoning.
My feet pad along the carpet like bears' paws
along a stretch of furred moss. The cherry tree
catches the first glint of gold in its deep green.