Not to Forget
by Stephen Damon
The night is washed clean
with morning dew
and chilled sunlight
removing all trace
of the distance of stars
and memories of midnight.
In the morning light
wisps of life float as dreams
in the summer breeze.
High above me
a raven in long black robes
of an unknown order
shatters the morning
with a solemn warning
to not forget
the hope of dawn
as the week wears on,
nor to forget
why I awoke
early enough to hear
God’s own liturgy
of sunrise psalms
and antiphons
in avian song.
Bows,
Stephen
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