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Lauds, Summer: An Antiphon

December 6, 2011

by Jeanie Tomasko

It never grows old, this sun rising here
every morning

As much as I ever wanted
anything, listen:

birdsong, a dying language

its rise and fall, its
loss, familiar

as the body
You can never

get close enough
to the ground to pray

Long blue heron, sunslant
on the underwing

armfuls of butterfly weed
and orange

Holy, holy this morning, here
and gone

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Jeanie Tomasko is the author of Sharp as Want (Little Eagle Press), a poetry/artworks collaboration with Sharon Auberle, and Tricks of Light (Parallel Press). She lives near Madison, Wisconsin and works as a home health nurse in the Madison area. She and her husband, Steve, grow garlic, eat garlic, give away lots of garlic and enjoy the outdoors, venturing out often via foot, ski or a couple paddles and a seaworthy canoe.

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  1. Lois
    December 7, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    This is a classic poem of worship for the ages. I have learned from this and will keep it when I want to know what real poetry looks like. Reminds me of Mary Oliver but with her own unique voice.

  2. December 10, 2011 at 5:22 am

    Very beautiful, a wonderful creation.

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