Photo: Bron Miller
The Butler Pennsylvania Poems


Court House


One autumn morning
I saw that the Court House
was up before dawn
with her forehead turned east
toward the hill
and sky beyond
waiting for the sun
to show its brow
behind the knoll
and come flowing over
in wavelets of gold
to clothe her
in the sheath
she wears modestly
for sunrise.




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