Poem of the Month
Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff. Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.
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December already? What happened to November? For us at AEP, our monthly attention to all things literary fell victim to our relocation timeline. For those disappointed by the absence of a November Poem of the Month, my apologies. We have now relocated; two weeks in the new place have passed. Five months of renovation complete with a few details to be wrapped up within the week, we are now living with boxes and loving it. The best part? Undecided as yet, but a contender must be the spectacle of sunrise from our upper floor, just at treetop level Best wake-up ever!
The writers, editors, staff, faculty, dishwashers and arborists at AEP wish you and your loved ones a holiday season filled with friends, family, and joy.
To the east, dusky rose separates black from grey.
The lake, echoing the ashen northern sky,
Exhales a blanket along the shore,
Turning deer into ghosts.
Soon the dog and I will shake off our warmth,
And blend our own breath with the fog,
But for now I take joy in the dawn
Glowing amber, streaked with gold.
The sun’s fiery pate peeks over the horizon,
And into my bedroom window,
Then turns to the task of painting the sky
Bright mustard, fading to blue.
We venture into the morning calm,
To the call of the wren,
The exaltation of geese, and
The sound of our footsteps on the earth.
October 2017 -- Night Watch
September 2017 -- The Princess
August 2017 - Pelham
July 2017 -- Siena
June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True
May 2017 -- A Thousand Flowers
April 2017 -- Oboe Rap
March 2017 - March Madness
February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business
January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window
December 2016 -- The Creation
November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon
October 2016 -- Vortex
September 2016 -- Do You?
Where Old Fliers Come to Roost