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Poems for Advent 17

for my son David

Christmas Morning

This is a quiet morning

so quiet it needs

careful listening to

between the dark and light

a shuffle in warm corners

the rustle in the grass

and are they feet or fingers


an eyelash soundless wink

and things will rise and clamour

from these stirrings later into

unmistakable noise and laughter

a small sense of what disturbs

the dawn we decorate

and celebrate the day

but now this is a quiet morning.

Jeff Guess


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