Copper's Winter Sunrise
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
It is dark, most mornings,
when she rises, she prefers it
that way, sets her alarm
to awaken early, Winter's sunrise
belongs to her.
(Copper Mountain's town,
of ups and downs,
the frantic pace
to win the race,
precludes the dawn,
as worker's yawn
and end their fight,
to sleep in light.)
Night is dimming, ebbing,
daytime's calling...she feels it,
the calmness of predawn,
the hope of a new day still
belongs to her.
(Headlight's swing low
and taillights glow,
leaving mine's gate
and metal's fate,
to daytime crews
singing the blues,
of copper's due,
it's nothing new...)
First hidden rays, touching
horizon's elevated level,
cause heavenly clouds to blaze
with pink and gold, rebirth
belongs to her.
(The chill of the night
on mineral's might,
shivers the bold
who shoulder the load,
as night after day
mountain's eaten away,
time has no meaning
in copper's gleaning.)
The string of low clouds
lose their vibrant hues, become
ordinary, sun shafts through
window's keep, but, Time's memory
belongs to her.
Erin Moen
1/20/03
Copyright 2003 ©
Photo by Erin Moen
Monday, January 20, 2003
Another gorgeous Arizona winter sunrise, wish you all could see it...
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Steve
I liked the switch back
well done
I was going to ask you to post the picture to go with the write, but after reading your words the picture is painted in front of me. It is so Beautiful! Thank You.
Hugs,
The Voice
of ups and downs,
the frantic pace
to win the race,
precludes the dawn,
as worker's yawn
and end their fight,
to sleep in light.) "
I wish I could see it too Erin, I love sunrise and sunset..Truly the most beautiful thing in the world, and so is your poem. Floria
your copper mountain. Would rent the house next door. Gret poetry dear. Bill Murray
Peg
Nancy
~ Dee
Jack