A Bluff At Dawn Poem by Jordan Dumer
A Bluff At Dawn
Uphill,
over
slick mossed stones;
under golden skies
and tired bones.
I reach the top,
and stop -
on a log,
above the forest
cast in fog.
It overlooked
an unnamed kettle-
algae covered,
colored emerald.
Where I sat,
in sonder;
blueberry horizons
somewhere yonder.
Then suddenly,
silence broken-
coyotes howl
loud and spoken.
Down
the umbra of eskers
I go,
into the purple thistle fields
below.
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