Monday, October 23, 2006

Monday's Poem

Collard Lake at Dawn (Florence, OR)

Dawn breaking as I woke,
With the white sweat of the dew
On the green, new grass
I walked in the cold, quiet as
If it were the world beginning;
Peeling and eating a chilled tangerine.
I may have many sorrows,
Dawn is not one of them.

--Derek Walcott

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