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| JUHASZIMRUS |
Sunrise Service
This morning in Walpole,
this morning the woods
behind my house spread
their arms in benediction.
My backyard is a clearing.
My backyard welcomes
turkey parishioners
into its sanctuary – cranky hens
leading a processional of chicks.
A burly tom, checking his watch,
saunters in after the start
of the day’s service.
Just before sunrise, I hear
the coyote chorus warming
up in the distance – March
and mating season in full throttle.
Easter approaching – a gray squirrel
digs for buried eggs in the brown
grass of my poor lawn in preparation
for the advent of resurrection.
Reverend Woodchuck stands
in his pulpit on the wall of the swale,
gazes over his flock this morning, this morning in Walpole.
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| Bob McAfee |
Bob McAfee lives with his wife near Boston. He has written nine books of poetry, mostly on love, aging, and the natural world. One hundred and twenty-four poems have been accepted by 49 different publications. He hosts a Wednesday night Zoom poetry workshop. His website, www.bobmcafee.com, contains links to all his published poems.
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