Poetry Pick


Bernice Lever

Barren rock, hinting of silver and old gold
as blues and greys dry off
after the downpour,
so eroded shoreline warms
in the aftermath of Heaven's tears.

Dark navy clouds leaving the horizon
have soft fringes of sunlight.
There are even outlines of dark green
pines on the far shore
promising growth
from this northern rock and lake.

All elements are here for life:
earth, water, and a sky of air.
We just have to believe in that light:
the promise of another sunrise.

From Windfall, a CPA Anthology (Hidden Brook Press 2002)


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