Eos dispenses dew from a pithos,
Grass tips glisten in freshly baked light,
Sun emerges from night’s fearful mythos
For morning’s ritual, the acolyte.

I waken to a room’s shrinking shadow,
Untwist my limbs so sleepy, unclothed skin
Can bask in warm, the earth’s willing rondeau,
Brightness trumps darkness, so day can begin.

Abraham's water of the cool and wise
Will burn off once the day gets serious,
For now, a wry promise floats on my eyes,
Bobbing, swirling, breeze-swept, delirious.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Sheepshead Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Hollins Critic. Latest books, “Leaves On Pages” “Memory Outside The Head” and “Guest Of Myself” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Ellipsis, Blueline and International Poetry Review.

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