“…downbeat for the dawn…”…”Overture,” my poem

a kind of music of the spheres…

I stood awhile in prescient dark,

faint sounds of night

were near and far,

a rustling song,

a sylvan chord,

a tiny thrum,

and more—

a downbeat for the dawn to come,

scant chorus rising,

I whispered hallowed words

to make a coda,

and waited for the star of day.

January 21, 2023

Inspired by “Behind Stowe” (1927) by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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