Saturday, April 16, 2011

Morning Jewels

Richard Hartwell

Swung from tips of tender cypress boughs,
Beads of brilliant dew bejewel the morning:
Fairy ointments, night oils on new growth,
Globular prisms gather to split the new day,
Light from the narrowly degreed dawn
Hastens horizontally across the garden,
Compressing shadows with each moment;
Illuminations of diamonds and emeralds
Explode from feathered, evergreen tips,
Regally attired, awaiting supplication.

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