Morning Light on Stones
after Alan Seeger
As morning’s radiance ascends the hill and gilds the ancient stones that lie scattered, like Nature’s own rubble, upon the grassy slope, I find my thoughts entranced by their worn beauty and the soft, lucent shadows cast beneath them, like a promise kept in secret, hidden from the sun
And as I wander, lost in contemplation, the stones, like sentinels of earth, stand watch, their weathered surfaces a testament to time’s slow, gentle touch, which smooths the edges of all things, and brings a soft, seraphic glow to the rough, unyielding heart of stone
I took inspiration from Alan Seeger's fascination with nature and his use of classical allusions, and applied it to a minor detail, the play of morning light on stones. I aimed to capture his gentle, lilting rhythm and formal diction in the poem.