February At Dawn Poem by Vincent Cibelli

The fields, cobalt blue, stretch to the black veins of trees
Feeding the purple morning sky
In the distance yellow porch lights sigh
Watching for rural murders and theives,
Finding only hungry racoons and the ocassional deer
Headed for their holy groves for shelter and rest
The black line of road breathes with the hills
Vanishing at the lazy sun stretching her tired arms to her sides
As she wearily rises to warm the winter
And whiten the the cobalt snow.
On the horizon she breaks
My heart, contented with the thought of verse
(A savior to my current damnation)
I laugh, as I pour over the land
Blow restless through the bare branches
Melt on the earth cool and white
Be Alaska, the Rockies, Pluto, the universe
Drag my cigarette and push hard on the gas
Awake in my sleeping life