Friday, July 29, 2016

Kit Kelen #211 - in first light the fallen


211
in first light the fallen


pond across down
in first light the fallen


here the saw spoke
now cold's a clench


the wattle is a little while
and then it's winter's wood


sun lifts the mist
frost yet untouched


sun of the steaming cows
sun of the kangaroo roll-out


and tails I win
here's luck


age wearies the lot
but all the green's rising


everything flowers
comes to fruit


straight of limb, steady aglow
in first light the fallen


so many gone
to this roof overhead


lest we forget
where we stand


there is an orchard
of all the years here


all these seasons
the one poem


gone round
and round again


an entertainment
of the acres


and every corner's
lit from singing


how we've come
to light 





 

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