Daybreak by Bob McAfee

Rino Adamo

Daybreak

Light is dawning, yawning drowsily.

Mouse is skittering, chittering mousily.

Tree frog a-croaking, a-cloaking his infirmity.

Bullfrog is barking, marking his enormity.

I stand enchanted there.

Like a tree I’m planted there

observing nature, serving notice,

lacking stature, posture lotus,

taking in the morning lyrical, making much of the pondside miracle.

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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. 124 poems have been accepted by 49 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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Sunrise Service by Bob McAfee

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. 124 poems have been accepted by 49 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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