BIRTH





A pinpoint shadow,
Way off in the white landscape,
Tick-tocks rhythmically along.

Slowly sweeping across
And greatly growing
Into a menacing eclipse,

Unalarmed, she sweeps
Herself effortlessly
Towards this new change.

At once she recognizes
An image emerging
From silhouette's shelter.
~





DBrown Fisher
© Oct 1998

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