A Rebirth

Blood

To drip of color, blood red of pride
a wave in the breeze, its striped movement
a fire, core deep, magma heat
felt in our coldest, darkest hour.

Light

A dim light of words read of a need
building intensity, from whispers to shouts
line by line, sentence by sentence, a verse
at sunrise -- a gloaming knowledge.

Jazz

A morning of sound, heartbeat of rhythm
in the sway of grasses, the wind on a reed
saxophone moaning of sunshine on brass
staccato breath, a jazz and a nation again.