Selections from First Light
Day One
i
am waiting for first split of light
where
the woods behind the house
become
themselves
for
the crisp splintered shingles on the tattered shed
to
emerge with morning’s floorboard
light
from
the east sky to the shagging western bristles
these
colossus cotton woods
it
is 7:10 AM. still too dark
to
let the chickens out
Day Six
it’s never a Saturday
for
a chicken
the
rising sun
with
her cold colors
the
howling rain or gentle snow
or
gales of wind
i
must unlock the bolt, the clinging lock
and
let the feathered parade resume
one
stroke of a pink brush cloud
in
abstract expression from a 3/4 moon
Day Eight
i
watch as
Night
takes off her gown
the
slow reveal of nippled stars
and
golden mounds of earth, this ground
this
foothold of dirt
on
which three chickens cling
Day Fourteen
Maple
is molting
tiny
yellow neck feathers
fall
like august stars
Day
Eighteen
let the morning chimes ring!
Sunday’s dome is lifting
i will put on my boots
Day
21
there is no rest for a farmer
just another day to dodge
the weather
Mimi
German
Mimi
German is a poet living in Portland, Oregon, studying poetry in the Poet Studio
at the Attic Institute. Her poems have been published in NewVerseNews, PublicPool
and soon in The Mantle Poetry Journal.
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