The First Hour

Bjørnar Aaslund
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Is there an hour
finer than the first
hour of the day?

It comes a little
later each morning
this time of year

Holds just a bite
of autumn to come
dew on the grass

But its silences
are full Sheer grace
its still embrace

Making the last
hour at the twilight
one of gratitude

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The First Hour

  1. for me it’s the prayerful time of day

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