Ash of Day

the night is the ash of the day

black and silent

but still there is the glow of dusk
which gives its resigned smile
thus it knows that even though the night is long
the day is soon to come

then the Daybird wakes
and sails the earth
with wings of sky
and enlightens us with
it's pulsating promise

which holds
that whatever has been dark

will be illuminated once more.

Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-06-01 at 18:05

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Donald Thornton
Reminds me of my child hood.