Poetry by Jennifer Lagier

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Copper Sunrise

I want to feel like there is a sun in my heart.”
~ N. Scott Momaday

A burnished copper sun,
bright penny for meditative thought,
burns away morning shore fog,
hangs above scarlet elms.

Blackbirds in tree tops kvetch.
Blue jays squabble among twisted oak limbs.
A hunchbacked raccoon emerges from storm drain,
lopes across golden leaf-buried lawn.

Glowing disc ascends, arcs across autumn sky,
spills restorative rays.


December 2020

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