West Ridinger

West Ridinger (Thrithjungar) 8/1

1.
Each morning
the line of sky lightens
along the same arc
it pinks in the east
like the crowning head
of a child

2.
But it mainly just stops being dark
The stars fade into the blue and cloud cover
And there is always cloud cover
Everything reflects green and light and gay
Birds and all that birds and all
It is neither birth nor death and nothing crowns

3.
The trees are ink black
right before dawn

Their leaves silent silhouettes
against the glowing sky

Then it all brightens
and color ruins everything