By the Light of Dawn – Natalie Crick

Rains arrive.
Rivulet, replete with rusted dust,
Loose suitcases of storms.

The thin grey skim of sky
Breaks with a howl.
I am lost, without

The slow simmer of dawn, when
The sun rises red
And the crop comes in,

Deep and golden.
We wade into the burning lake
And we wait.

Natalie CrickNatalie Crick, from the UK, has poetry published or forthcoming in a range of journals and magazines including Ink in Thirds, The Penwood Review, Interpreters House, The Chiron Review and Rust and Moth. This year her poem, “Sunday School” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.