Before dawn we were up, rife with small doubt
Sky harvesting stars, silence only dread
Rapscallions safe asleep
But something was amiss, trust fled
My mind whispered all tragic potentials
Loblolly traps of all our essentials
But to all this he said
The sky is beautiful, let’s watch today come out
rife (adjective)
excessively abundant
frequent, common or widespread
The New York Times
harvest (verb)
to gather or collect (something) for use
Britannica
Rapscallion (noun)
someone who causes trouble, often in a mischievous way
Merriam-Webster
Loblolly (noun)
a mire or mudhole
dictionary.com
Mistress Bradstreet stanza: 8 line stanza with syllable count: 10-10-6-8-10-10-6-12 and rhyme scheme: abcbddba