delayed sunrise

shape of the morning the trees blocking the sun
keep us in deepest shadow for some extra hours
meanwhile we face the rain that cleans and scours
both hills and hearts and tells us what's not done
we've turned our backs on fortune and we'll shun
what's modern fresh and new and if one glowers
we'll take that as a sign that they've got no powers
that would control us or tell us that we've done
what should not have been done and that we must
accept a different rule and change our old laws
for those that others have long tested and refined
we're not convinced that our ways are now dust
like all the old things that have shown their flaws
but that's a matter about which we don't mind