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| Olavi Anttila |
Last Morning in the Old House
The first tentative chirps of the day
summon me to the dark porch
with my coffee. Daylight appears,
making softly lit candles of the treetops.
The leafless birch is adorned,
a mobile collage of perfect cedar waxwings,
their crests backlit in the brightening dawn.
A slowly expanding spotlight, the sun
advances through the branches,
revealing tiny black masks across their eyes,
the pale yellow and silky gray of their graceful bodies.
They flit from limb to limb,
a game of trading places,
flashing their bright red wax spots.
The birds’ soft whistles rise,
a collective sigh;
the small blessings they bestow sweeten what is left in my cup.
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| Ruth Harper |
Ruth Harper is a retired counseling professor who began writing poetry during the pandemic lockdown. She has published two chapbooks: (Uncertain Seasons, Finishing Line Press, 2023, and Dreaming the Sturgeon Moon, South Dakota State Poetry Society, 2025).
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