The Dawn of Crisp Mornings

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The refreshing kiss of cooler air,

the dawn of crisp mornings

waiting for the sun,

beginning the season of surrender 

where leaves let go of their green,

to receive the infusion

of a greater glory.

It won’t be long now.

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

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

In the Space Between

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In the space between light and darkness,

as the dawn begins breaking,

there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,

and we still smell the smoke,

or taste the cinder ash

of our dying hearts,

may we always remember

may we hold onto that light

that promises a new day,

always.

      

Note: This is about overcoming sadness.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Dawn in the Forest

Sunlight

 

Micro-fiction

Light exploded into the forest, and Hawk in the Sky woke up with a start. He had been fighting a demon, and was grateful for the intrusion of the dawn. Another face full of fangs, and burning eyes tried to return, until he shook it off and stood up. Nervous, he instinctively checked for his weapons. His horse stood by and snorted, as if to say, “C’mon let’s get going”. He called the spotted one to him, and slipped the bridle over his nose. He spoke softly, running a hand over the horse’s neck. He said how grateful he was to have him, and that none of the other horses had his good instincts for maneuvering during a hunt. It was true, and the horse shook his head in agreement.

The deer loved to eat in the great meadow, at the edge of the forest each morning. He would fight that demon another time, but right now it was time to hunt. He had a family to feed, and his wife would be waiting at their lodge. He rode the spotted one into the light.

Deer at Sunrise

 

 

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree