Dayspring
Dayspring
Dawn is lustering
behind the ridgeline,
the just-born light
smooth and round as pearl,
and the just-born phoebes
already learning their music
under the eaves.
I walk out into morning
from a long-closed house
to watch the earth
shuck its husk of darkness
and circle again, singing,
into that old fire
making all things new.
Poem from The Open Gate: New & Selected Poems by Emily Hancock (St Brigid Press, 2017)
I loved this - so beautiful.