Kit Kelen #211 - in first light the fallen

211

in first light the fallen

pond across down

in first light the fallen

here the saw spoke

now cold's a clench

the wattle is a little while

and then it's winter's wood

sun lifts the mist

frost yet untouched

sun of the steaming cows

sun of the kangaroo roll-out

and tails I win

here's luck

age wearies the lot

but all the green's rising

everything flowers

comes to fruit

straight of limb, steady aglow

in first light the fallen

so many gone

to this roof overhead

lest we forget

where we stand

there is an orchard

of all the years here

all these seasons

the one poem

gone round

and round again

an entertainment

of the acres

and every corner's

lit from singing

how we've come

to light