The words I use are simple abstractions Falling asunder Written in the snow As I contemplate the morning sky.
There is something hypnotic about the sky at dawn. This is the morning of not quite light and not quite darkness. The slow rising light in service to Aurora, goddess of the dawn seems to linger in the eastern sky as the sun peering in from the horizon awakens’ compliments of brave Helios and his trusted steeds. And Venus, Continue reading Morning
The darkest stretch of night is just before the dawn. So one cannot help but be enthralled by the silent majesty in a cold dark winter’s morning; Brother Moon sits overhead in a pool of stars with Venus, the Virgo queen, in her disguise as the morning star, hovering close behind just as the eastern horizon gives birth to the first panes of light emerging from the sun. Continue reading Winter’s Morning Sky
Dawn is approaching, 6 AM
The animals are stirring… feed us!
I hobble out of bed to let Zack out
It’s nice out here
I should have coffee on the porch
I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.
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