For Dave
Early light, the sky is streaked in shades
Of gray. The ground is soaked. The air
Is cool and calm. In a chair on the
Deck, a cup of coffee in my hand, I'm
Also feeling cool and calm. An inner
Antecedent to this outer storm has come
And gone, and, though my mind's sky
Still is gray, I'm alright, better, I think,
In the absence of the goading sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2016-07-07 at 13:11
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Gray Dawn
The storm came in the night, and, in thisEarly light, the sky is streaked in shades
Of gray. The ground is soaked. The air
Is cool and calm. In a chair on the
Deck, a cup of coffee in my hand, I'm
Also feeling cool and calm. An inner
Antecedent to this outer storm has come
And gone, and, though my mind's sky
Still is gray, I'm alright, better, I think,
In the absence of the goading sun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 69 times
Written on 2016-07-07 at 13:11
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