Dawn Herald

March 30, 2020

 

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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