Steven Searcy

Rise

Out on
a limb
at dawn,
a hymn.

Clouds yawn,
wake up,
and don
make-up.

Mist grips
the hill.
Dew drips.
All still.

Day breaks—
heart quakes.

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and four sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Southern Poetry Review, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Trampoline, and Amethyst Review, among others.