- Sara Moinian
Befallen Dawn
By: David O’Keefe
Glistening like starlight
Upon the oaken walls
And aged stone floor,
The moistness
Of morning came.
Light pierced glass,
And brought day
Into a tomb of night.
All that was once
Still came to being.
The hearth alit
With newfound hope
For pot and kettle;
It sang a song for its
Life companions.
At last, boots were strapped,
And overcoats held
Tightly to shoulders.
And the Sun was greeted
Like an old friend.
