There is a calming
an acute listening
as I sit enveloped in darkness
waiting, watching.
Darkness dissipates.
Low-lying orange-red layer
ombres into blue-black sky.
Then . . .
. . . ever so slowly . . .
a sliver . . . an arc . . .
an entire glowing orb.
Nature’s metaphorical reminder.
Even in the darkness
hope does rise
and become
reality.
NAPOWRIMO Day 16. Prompt: write a poem in which you describe something that cannot speak, and what it has taught you or told you.
Images are photos I’ve taken over the years at our beloved Provincetown at the very tip of Cape Cod. Same rental, on the ocean, for 25 years. Sunrises from the deck never disappoint.
lillian the home poet 