‘The last evolving hour of night’



The last evolving hour of night
yields with care the day it holds.

That first slim evidencing light
is neutral on the earth, and bears

all meanings’ weight; alive, it moulds
a supple slenderness and shares

the myth of purpose and of name.
Unspeaking innocence: Dayspring,

new, ancient and awake, aflame
in subtle singleness.





A Road Assumed