His Childhood as Sunrise
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The glass of morning at the daybreak hour
Is held above the barely waking state.
The few who rise to drink from dawn know power
Of dreams has gone. The sunrise light must wait
A little while like Jesus in his tomb
But glory slowly comes to kiss the groves
Of oranges and every white and yellow bloom
Held up by limbs, Floridian scent cloves
That promise juice and globes, a mix of sweet
With tart, just tang enough to save from bland
Once peel is torn away. The August heat
Will ripen citrus fruits at its command.
Peninsular the dawning moves across
The trees awakening the honeybees.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Apr 8, 2025 | BR, FL, OR |