Morning's Door

I see the violent fist of bees
That swarm as single entity.

I hear the birds-sky-souls in voice-
Note stuck-up bats that have no choice.

Next bears with their full-forward girth;
Hear worms cheer death within the earth.

And flowers close each dew-run cup
When time gone down is called time up.

Then all the stars tie strings on night
And skein may wink, all blinks are white-

Gold grasp of dawn; again begin
Or sin this Eden, don't go in….

by Glenn Bagshaw

Comments (1)

Very interesting work, Glenn!