Oracles


Got up today an hour before the dawn,
concerned for darkling hours unpatrolled,
and took my coffee out onto the lawn,
surprised to find the morning bitter cold.
Still drowsy, omens opened up to me
as if the chilly dew which glazed the yard
had stole upon my planet quietly
while I, in dreams, had softly dropped my guard.
Then, Kenyonesque, a crow called out for you
in terror, screamed its most emphatic tone,
and morning's star demured behind the blue
while moon remained, a great Omphalos stone.
   Aloud I read your verse: in solemn praise
   these oracles fell mute to hear each phrase.