reprieve
picture by john muir
dawn yawns nearby
rustling wet trees
in duet with birdsong
so many shades of rain
a gray, silken light
yet i miss the night
the black, the white
steady rain, thunder
long silent hours
memories, regrets
dregs of cold tea
in a broken cup
my past is me, myself
however painful
however wretched
all i've learned, all
i've finally accepted
is so clear in the night
i need a little more time
another long moment
with the waning moon
before i walk in the sun
again