Caliper

This poem is the one I submitted for Caliper, the literary magazine my school publishes twice a year.  I wrote it a long time ago, and I never posted it, so here it is.

DAWN

Stars glistened in the sky.
The grass was cold and damp.
Silence grasped the small town.

A wisp of wind
  woke the trees in the dark dawn.
A robin flew past the trees,
  quietly rushing to a nest unknown.
A cricket jumped out of the grass.
A mouse scurried by into a tree,
  hiding from an owl,
  hooting mournfully in the trees.

The sun slowly crept upwards.
Street lamps flickered and went out.
A child stood in the empty street.
He looked east,
  where the sun was growing steadily
  bigger and brighter.
A bird chirped a hello.
Soon, all the birds
  were singing their morning song.

The child turned around
  and walked down the street, into a house.
The door gave a soft closing thud.

In the sunrise, the birds sang on.

Hi.

This poem won't be like most of my other poems, because it's one of the the poems I had to write in the style of W. S. Merwin, for my English project.  I think its still pretty good, though.



SUNSET

the glowing ball of fire
has fallen
beneath the
purple-blue of
the mountains
in the west
hiding its hot
shamed face
it doesn't have the
strength
to stay up any longer
the pale white
sphere of pearl
slowly rises into
the eastern darkness
shining with
the strength it took
making the sun
creep away as
the moon stole its glory