Some Rhymes For Waking - Poem by Don Tiedemann
Day rises like some luminous mountain in the east.
The moon is still up, much perplexed, brow creased.
A splash of early sunlight on the eaves,
politely avoiding the bedroom window.
The wind shuffles west across the yard.
It is dry. The trees are dropping leaves.
Summer reaches the first refrain.
In the fight for attention the crows
win by a knockout, the only
competition a distant train.
A solitary beam of day
lights the Kwaansa cherry tree.
The cat is perplexed by the birds
he hears but cannot see.
The pearl of dawn spreading west
gives a sense of enormous distance.
I have problems to solve: tapping valves,
leaking basement, the mystery of existence.
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