Sunrise 12/2/23
Bref Double
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From the top of Butte, Montana Towards the continental divide There’s a seething in the sunrise And a subtlety of feeling As autumn turns into winter And the time has come to decide: Will we keep on counting the days And the time that we’ve been stealing Or will we throw the calendar Into the river of surprise And grab ahold of the daylight And blow the roof off the ceiling Because the continent can’t hide The love that’s rising in our eyes
A cross between the raising of a curtain and the unwrapping of a present. I get a dichotomy of feelings between the transition from fall into winter and the warming from the growing of love. The presence of opposites gives the poem its energy.
Lovely poem!