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.



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