A lifelong resident of Connecticut, John Muro is a graduate of Trinity College, Wesleyan University, and the University of Connecticut. His professional career has been dedicated to environmental stewardship and conservation, and he has held executive and volunteer positions in those fields. His first volume of poems, In the Lilac Hour, was published last fall by Antrim House, and it is available on Amazon. His works have appeared or will soon appear in Euphony, Freshwater, Amethyst Review, and elsewhere.
“I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.” —T. Roethke
Early Sunday morning ambling in awe beneath
The dense canopies of trees, their scarlet
Satchels slung across the rounded shoulders
Of boughs and dangling like the languid arms
Of neighbors still loafing abed. Now a starless
Silence gives way to the hiss of sprinklers popping
Up their tiny, saw-toothed heads dispensing looping
Sprays of water like a benediction; the rhythmic
Repetition of plumes in precise industry splintering
Into prisms of light, a carousel of mists and arcing
Streams as the metallic rustle slows and abandons ear,
Giving way to the sweet happenstance of birdsong,
The brittle scuttling of fallen leaves and slack channels
Of blue unspooling among mottled river stones of cloud.