Rise - Poem by Gerard Geiger

Sitting on my deck,
warm cup of coffee,
soothing balm to the
palms of my hands.

Dark gray flannel
twilight rimmed with
dim halo of
approaching light.

Furtively peeking
over hilltops,
crawling through valleys
spreading soft glow among fog banks;

nudging through quilted
layers of cotton wool,
probing along recessed grades,
delicately stroking

life awake from
sheltered wombs;
reassuring and deliberate,
coaxing a new beginning

from damp embers of yesterday.

Gerard A. Geiger August 12, 2004

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