Poems by Brendan Cooney

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Morning

by Brendan Cooney

From Canary Winter 2015-16

Brendan lives on the island of Zealand, between the Northern and Baltic Seas near the Ear Strait (Øresund), just south of the Cat's Ass (Kattegat) sea, dubbed by captains frustrated at its tightness.

Coming down the porch steps
in this Swedish winter,
so excited that the coffee
in my hand would make
all the beauty come alive,
I slipped and landed on my back
in the snow, the coffee mug flying.

The sky so blue against
the green and white on the pines,
the colors ringing in this pure silence.
I lay there needing nothing.




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