Morning Light
Claire Doll
Sometimes, I think the sun rises
just because it loves the color
of a pink-lemonade sky spilling
into the edges of the earth,
the golden light illuminating
a honey-dappled world.
The sun rises for silence,
for brewed coffee on counter
tops, for eggs with runny yolks
and open windows letting in
air touched by autumn.
And for moments before blue
takes over the world, the sun rises
and daylight takes shape, and gold
emerges from the horizon.
Haiku for the Solemnity of
the Immaculate Conception
Michael Lennox
Our fairest Lady
Magnifying God’s glory
Saint above all saints
