A Resurrection Song

Something stirs this early morning stillnessand makes solemn chant of bird songand rooster crow. Something. It isSunlight seeping through fissuresbetween leaves, twigs, garden.It is motion, painting wisp-cloudsfrom ash blue to sepia cottonafire. It is a new spiritRising from frozen ground andmisty wanderings over suddenturn of events. Yesterday.And the day before.An event, so unassumingand bare,