• By Adam Sedia

Dawn Herald


Night broods heavy, dark, and still –

Its darkest, stillest hour,

When the damp, dead airs chill

And the starlight glows dour.

I roam the dark alone – it seems

The only being alive –

Debarred from the realm of dreams

And all the peace they give.

Hear! A solo voice dares break

From nowhere into song –

A bird’s chirp. Though soft and meek,

In silence it rings strong.

Then other tongues warble, trill,

Emboldened, joining in,

Swelling to a chorus, fill

The dark with joyous din.

Still in utter dark, they sing

To hail the coming sun,

Though dawn’s first faint glimmering

Lies hidden, unbegun.

Simple faith of simple birds –

They trust their sun will come –

Told in song beyond all words,

Before which words fall dumb.

Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Indiana, where he practices as a civil and appellate litigation attorney. His poems have appeared in print and online publications, and he has published two volumes of poetry: The Spring's Autumn (2013) and Inquietude (2016). He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. He lives with his wife, Ivana, and their son.

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