A muted curtain competed
with the between of night and dawn.
Gray shadows were swept from the space
of dark as the fading insolence fought
against the change, pressing time for
one more second; though none existed.
Hilltops and oceans welcome the hours
of light before their overwhelming greatness
appears as ominous gray ghosts to travelers.
Dawn creates a conscious presence,
whether in sun or rain. The roots
of day chase the moon to another
place. Morning is new everyday.
Roger Singer 