1.26.2012

small hours

Grousing
about rising
before the morning breaks,
shivering, I witness the sun
cresting
above
soot-smudged mountain,
pallid sky fades flesh-pink,
kitchen awash in reflected
snowlight.
Posted by Marian at 7:33 AM
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6 comments:

  1. Perfect description of an ordinary winter morning, if anything filtered through a poetess's brain is ever ordinary.

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  2. morning never feels ordinary to me. i'm in love with my mountain and the sky, both :)
    and i have these small people with their needs and loves. extraordinary!

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  3. What a beautiful morning image to jump-start the day... thanks, Marian.

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  4. aw, you're welcome. thank you, Laurie :)

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  5. I love the small hours...when I'm alone.
    My poem about a similar time is one of the first you ever read of mine (based on comments).

    This just makes me feel peaceful. The world is a much more beautiful place when the sun is about to rise. So much hope...

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    1. yay! aw! and i'm so glad i found you :)

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