| Burning Embers By Betsy Cutler Schreiber |
| An ember is a small remnant of heat which can ignite to produce great warmth and light . We are the embers of a people that have ignited the world with knowledge, hope and mysterious resilience . |
| Dawn in Summer I have always loved the dawn, The time before the end of night The hour of renewal begun, The turning of earth toward warmth and light. As the opaque sky is ruptured By the rays of the sun, I am awed by its enveloping power The darkness pursued like a race to be won Amused by the fated flaw in the run. This swift illumined runner grasps the dark baton. The morning comes in spite of my desire To linger in the sparks of a predawn fire Before the last stars are gone, Before the last cricket chirps a sleepy song, I doze.... As the first birds are wakened Announcing the majesty of dawn. |
| Memories of an Old Friend |
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| The Poem of the Century How many times have your written in your sleep? The ideas, the images, the stories to keep the rhymes, the rhythms, the stanzas jibe and leap. They all hang together so elegantly while I sleep. The song is in my head, and I say it again and again But, oh dear, I guess I've lost the thread Laying on my pillow cool, soft as finest cotton I should have written it instead of staying in bed. By morning, its all but forgotton. Was it about a trip on the train? The springs under my house when it rains? Or the sudden layer of snow? Wasn't it pretty , though? Not a word has stuck for me to print, how I enjoyed it so. Dreaming in my bier about my writing the greatest poem of the year. |