The First of Anything
It dropped white suddenly,
As predicted.
The empty air embraced it;
Faced it
With the recognition
of love.
In the quiet
It would seem forever.
The birds knew.
We counted thirteen
In the closest tree.
Unsettled,
They seemed to dance
With the restless joy
Of children.
They knew
That what we think of
As the beginning,
Always comes in the middle.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
