Wednesday, March 8, 2023

North of Dawn


The cloud to the north of the sun

is a color no name can name.

 

I refrain from the blasphemy 

of trying but not the praise

 

I feel in being in the presence

of the unnamable before my eyes,

 

within my heart like a prayer 

enticing me to dance what 

 

is beyond the realm of words

but not experience.   My love

 

for words is only equaled by my

distrust of them to capture what

 

may not be caught like the color 

of that cloud just north of the sunrise.


-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com

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