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Monday, 13 December 2021

First Light by Richard Bauckham

After all the false dawns,
who is this who unerringly paints
the first rays in their true colours?
We have kept vigil with owls
when the occult noises of the night
fell tauntingly silent
and a breeze got up
as if for morning.
This time the trees tremble.
Is it with a kind of reckless joy
at the gentle light
lapping their leaves
like the very first turn of a tide?
Timid creatures creep out of burrows
sensing kindness
and the old crow on the cattle-shed roof
folds his wings and dreams.

From: https://theadventusproject.wordpress.com/resources/poetry/richard-bauckham-first-light/

Date: 2009

By: Richard Bauckham (1946- )