“What I Know of This Life” by Mark Coleman

What I Know of this Life

But what of our lives
Sunlight warms the crinkly bark,
Birds touched by morning sun
Sing cantatas at daybreak.
The clouds at this hour
Rest motionless,
While even the waves
Pounding the shore
Fail to stir the stillness,
Which can be carved with a blade.

What I love in this life
Are the simple things.
The curved reach of the sun,
Leaves fallen to earth
Left behind by the passing moon
And feathers found on a path
Gifts from the secret lives of birds..

Full Poem Text Available on Mark’s Blog

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