“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label daybreak. Show all posts
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Fond
Pink of dawn,
the rosy day
positioned itself
precisely between
love and light.
As day breaks into
warm undulating prisms
through angular concentration,
you may find
yellow
swirls through blue,
Let it grow
as Indigo
will remain underneath
and eternally holding stars in a place
we have said is filled
with dark matter
but it felt lighter
to some
and held-
ever so gently.
Painting by Alfred Heaton Cooper, c. 1905, titled "Dawn, Coniston" in [Public domain].
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Parades in March
The sun rises
as the rain
falls
harder
breaking the dawn
with angry gray
For-
To:
day
Image By Jon Sullivan [Public domain] "Palm trees in the morning", via Wikimedia Commons.
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