Welcome, 2014!
This may be the first time I’m posting anyone else’s writing on my blog, but don’t worry, I’ll start with my own poem. New Year’s Day is a good time to both do a new thing or two and affirm our traditions, so here goes. Happy New Year’s Day, all!
On Wide Wings
By the frigid light of morning, by the pale edge of the sky,
In the whispers of the gloaming waits a hawk that, by and by,
Stretches up his head and perches, keen eye searching on the lake,
Where the echo of the church’s bells call out: Awake! Awake!
Wings sweep wide, then, of a sudden, take him soaring to the heights
Where sunrise is turning golden, burnishing the hawk with lights
Bright as gilt, his feathers flashing as he darts across the chill-
Watered lake, and quickly splashing, snares a fish, and what was still,
Silent, peaceful, secret-keeping in the dark vault of the night,
All bursts from that quiet sleeping, with the hawk called by the light–
Now the day is fully opened, like a daffodil in spring,
Brought to bloom in joy and hope and shaded by the hawk’s wide wing–
As he soars and daylight blazes, my heart, too, begins to rise,
Knows how sweet this best of days is, that would raise me to the skies.
* Emily Dickinson:
Hope  Â
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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