• 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.


A version of this originally appeared in “Comfort” The Teller November 2019 Issue #8


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