Dawn 11 October 2016

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It was barely dawn;

a narrow band of crimson stretched across the eastern horizon.

The reflective silence in the pristine morning,

when even the Chickadee slumbers, and I knew you were there.

The glacial brilliance of a brimming moon shone in a frigid, frostbitten dark.

Steam rolling across rooftops, pooling the warmth of sleeping hearths

in an offering to the brisk delivery of day.

Sluggish shapes converging to complete a daily ritual,

awaiting the yellow buggy, which will carry them to school.

I beheld the whole scene, through the kitchen porthole,

with the ease of slippers and a steaming mug.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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