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Dawn solace

Heart holds court, commands the dance, directs the music, that does play,  in symphonies of soulfullness, enticing every chance, that mind will offer up to day. As dawn  slow stirs on night’s deep bed, so are the skirts full flounced,  … Continue reading

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Dew

Dawn spoke cold and damp, dew in chilled release, spread in sparkled dress, on grass, and earth and leaf. Scattered for brief moment, discarded by the night, liquid sheen lay shining; sun saw all take flight.

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Light

The light distinctively is drawn onto the breast of morning, as shadow, dappled dreamings; the day will be reborn. And night surrenders slowly, then in an instant gone, as threads of shining sunshine, weave yet another dawn. To wake the … Continue reading

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Dawning times

I watched you in the dawning times, when light was still to breathe, and saw the rest and rise of you, so small, so new and yet to be, what days and months and years, would bring, as time, would … Continue reading

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Mind dropped into morning

Mind dropped into morning, fell through skirts of dawn, huddled into memory, sheltered from the truth. Shaken through the dreaming, pain did litter day, scattered through deep fearing – hope had lost her way. As such, this weekend we are … Continue reading

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Breath of day

The breath of day in whispered light will flush the cheeks of hollowed night, and in the due reminding, drives darkness from the dawn.

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Spiders

Such industry and purpose so revealed, as glittering tracks of finely frozen light, the frost which clung to closely woven web, knitted through the grass in deepest night. There was a moment in the brittle dawn, a spidered blanket brightly … Continue reading

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The Dawn   The dawn crept close and breasted sill to spy on me awhile, then gave a stretch of freshened wings to dress me with her smile. The grey mist combed each glistening thread, soft frame for fresh-woke face, … Continue reading

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