Waiting for sunrise
 
on one of winter’s last days,
 
I savor my tea.

 
 
First sunrise of spring—

a child in a bomb shelter

writes a new poem.

 
 
 

Sunrise, almost spring—
 
somewhere high in the mountains
 
a pine tree topples.

After

 
 
 

just after sunrise
 
a death in the nursing home
 
a birth in the woods

Pilgrim

 
 
 

fingering prayer beads
 
on her journey to sunrise—
 
a midnight pilgrim

Escape

 
 
 

escape from sunrise—
 
descending to the valley
 
from the mountaintop

Thermos

 
 
 

climbing the mountain
 
to catch a glimpse of sunrise—
 
thermos full of tea

Fishing

 
 
 

just after sunrise
 
three brown pelicans fishing
 
for tasty morsels