morning poem/mourning poem

[summer_jackel]

morning poem (mourning poem)

I ran on the beach for the first time
with my puppy yesterday,
all new and frisking lithely in the foam,
like another beginning.
Like the earliest hour of morning,
like this blessed, sky-gilt spring
which endlessly effused its green and tender joy,
nourished by what died the year before.

Jezibel's last spring. Just now, on my computer
a photo flashed into the screen, filling
the whole screen;
it was glowing morning, and the sea
foamed green and pale as yesterday's,
and Fenris stood in the waves like yesterday.