Elizabeth Shack
Aubade
Walk up the worn stone steps
between pecan and redbud.
Among ferns, dance.
Bend back, face to sky.
Greet the new sun.
In fog or cloudy aftermath of storm,
on grass littered with leaves,
give thanks for the new
world of stone, rain,
green
light.
Elizabeth Shack lives in central Illinois with her spouse, cat, and an expanding collection of art supplies and gardening tools. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Contemporary Haibun Online, Writers Resist, Daily Science Fiction, DailyHaiga, The MacGuffin, and other venues.