Wee Hours | A. Hubley

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Regard leaves, flowers, hills and bells
as rust coloured bones and blackening horse hooves
step slowly through the starless morning.

The whiteness of sheep melts the dark field
as my dolorous heart holds stillness
for the disappointed fatherless people on the morning train.

Sadly, the stars have been left out of water
for the breath of fog has threatened Heaven.

A. Hubley is a Nova Scotian poet and knitter, who lives by the sea with her husband, in a house full of daughters, cats and a very good dog.

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