Contrapuntal Progression There is that time of morning, after dawn, When dew is yet on the grass, and the sun, Though climbing still, is above the horizon, And we are ready to work, not noticing The shifting light falling slantwise Through trees, onto grass, and flowers. We are given over to the rhythm Of the melody of our daily tasks Of repetition, and the birdsong, The burst of flowers, and breeze through the leaves, Continue in their own processional Completing the day’s antiphonal hymn.
Joseph Kleponis lives north of Boston, Massachusetts. His poetry has been appeared in Boston Literary Magazine, Eucalypt, First Literary Review -East, Penmen Review of Southern New Hampshire University, Muddy River Poetry Review, and Wilderness House Literary Review. Truth’s Truth, his first book, was released in 2021 by Kelsay Books.