Early Morning, With Elsa
When we leave the house this morning,
into the half light of the early dawn
from home’s warmth to cheek-slapping cold,
high in the western sky the bright New Moon
hangs like a silver penny there
innocently watching over the grey
mist shrouded secrets of the river.
We follow the path down to the water’s edge,
as the ducks shout out their clam’rous challenge
see the moon now greet the dawning eastern light
caught like a paper lantern in the branches
of skeleton trees while, shining from the bridge,
lights of gold and silver, like jewelled pearls
linger in reflection and await the rising sun.
12/1/2020
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