*a line from ‘I Give You The Morning’ by Tom Paxton.
a searching beam,
light dripping soundlessly from the trees,
as the moisty mist recoils.
the new entry on a blank page
and with the drying of ink
passes as time.
‘Behold I give you the morning’
I give you the bright enlightening of day
chasing night into shadows
black dog grumbles and black horse dreams.