Morning glory. Toshiyuki IMAI. CC BY-SA
In the half-light
the barest fog
wisps about the trees
silhouetted against
a colorless sky.
The stars have gone.
Stillness but not silence
just the faintest thrum
of summer symphony
by insects of the night.
The last long encore.
Cool expectant breath
of the dawn
before day is fully awake
like the rooster nearby
with his rusty, lusty cry.
Circadian rhythm. All is well, is well.
I stand
under the haloed half-moon
drinking in the glory
of life
even in its transitions.
Even in
farewell, farewell, farewell.
lit bits and pieces 
Yes. It’s a bitter sweet goodbye
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Beautiful dawn imagery and such rich connections to the mixed feelings in times of transitions. The “all is well” lines to the end brought me back to my father’s bedside last year. Glory was present even as Dad said farewell.
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I am amazed by the depth of your connection to the poem, Lee Ann, as later that morning, even as these lines solidified in my mind, my brother-in-law died after a lingering illness. Thank you for sharing this deeply moving image in your own heart. I celebrate your father’s life & love with you. Glory shines on.
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This—–>
Stillness but not silence
Thank you
Kevin
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I was drawn to your “haloed half-moon”. Thank you for the moment of stillness and peace before my harried day begins; my condolences on your brother-in-law’s passing. May he be at peace.
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That expectant breath of the dawn before the day wakes up. I love that sound. I crave it on mornings when I’m too busy to notice it. Sorry to read of your loss. Poetry can help and heal and comfort.
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How beautiful! The part about life’s transitions and farewell struck me. Beauty in all of it.
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Thank you for your beautiful words. So many lines stopped me, made me reread, gave me reason to imagine and wonder – “Stillness but not silence,” “The last long encore,” “the haloed half-moon” – just a few.
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