HARBINGERS OF MORNING
Seam-splitting the rim of an eastern sky,
morning's radiant gold,
grading
down the crumpled brow of mountains
leapfrogs
out of the high hilled horizon
with the sun
come upon the winged
molecules of birds
sun-stirred from their trees.
Advancing
under a sun-burst sky
to undulations of flight,
these verbs, in action
swoop down
the white steepled streets,
loping in sunlight
to gather
amid the eaves of a still sleeping town
and resound
as bells
under a bandshell of sky-
this palavers of birds
breaking rank
into the melee of morning.
Copyright ©2000 John Thomas Tansey
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