In the Golden Blue of Dawn’s Horizon

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In the golden blue of dawn’s horizon, the poet awakens,

searching the skyline

absorbing the colors,

while shaping the words,

shape shifting his fabric

for phrases

and verse, as he summons

his spirit wings,

to write it all down.

     

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Primal Dawn

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It was one of those primal dawns,

with the world not yet awake,

and a chill

in the cold night air still lingering,

the earth was so quiet pausing

without rotation,

without wild revelations

only the beginning of the sun

in the quiet of the night ending

bringing a thrill, a wholeness,

even without chimes,

until one single robin began

to sing her chorus,

lifting the sun even higher……

and eventually

a new day began.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Somewhere in the Wind

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Even in the cold grey dawn, poets will often search

the shoreline, looking for a glimpse of wordflow, in the silence listening

releasing any bitterness to receive it as a soft rain begins washing their spirits,

stunned here and there, at the beauty of a simple phrase……or a line.

And somewhere in the wind…..there’s a story.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies