Footprints of Dawn
I lie soundlessly
cradled in the peace,
the first breath of day,
the dusky night sky,
inhaling the breeze
to allow the blink
The day peeks
with first blush
in shy whispers.
I feel naked
in the revelation
that I am alone
but not lonely.
Infancy of new day
into my soul,
in cottony light –
of rebirth of life.
#Challenge #TimeOfDay #FirstBlush
Moonlight drains the world’s colors
Inky stelliferous space
Darkness making the perfect cloak
Nocturnal animals come out to hunt and play
In cities, all the lights shine bright
Ghosts and spirits are seen now at the witching hour
Hungry students studying, look for a snack
The clocks all chiming twelve
After a bleak and rainy night,
the dawn has birthed another day.
I sense the morning’s growing light,
then grabbing air… up, up, away…
it’s time to spread my wings in flight!
The world awaits, I will not stay;
all caution to the wind I’ve thrown.
to soar the heights, free and alone.
Nothing has ever felt so right!
Upon the breeze I dip and play.
Above the clouds, the sky is bright
while far below, still somewhat gray,
the rainfall stops. Now comes the sight
of sunshine breaking nighttime’s sway.
As thunder mumbles one last groan,
the land once more by day is owned.
Flapping my wings with all my might,
the fields and streams below me lay.
I drift and float, a stringless kite
to ride the currents come what may.
Freedom hard won, I hold it tight
and wait out nighttime storms. You say
for doubt and fear I must atone?
Ha! With the dawn, you’ll find I’ve flown.
cold pavement dying fire
distant screams tears of joy quiet talking
headlights beaming car motor oven whirrs
plates and napkins forks and knives death and life
talk of nothing repeating forever never
homework dishes soft rain crashes
blinding sunset purple clouds
silence from the moon lovers
quiet anticipation from the sun seekers
stillness wraps itself around bodies
steadying souls in the calm
the brilliant are dulled but not damaged
maybe numb maybe tired maybe self-possessed
storms of minds reduced to mere drizzles
thoughts stomped out by peace
for just a moment the journey pauses
for just a moment this is all there is
An Almost Midnights’ Summer Dream
The rustle of leaves
Of the winds of ten o'three.
Stars blink in the vast Nebraskan skies
In a place of corn, a look up can make you cry.
Nyx looks down, lulling you to sleep
Nights the best time to think deep.
crickets play their songs
Chirp, Chirp Chirp, Chirp
Since you've seen these skies, it's been a yearlong.
Wildgrass pulls you down, it's time to sleep.
one, two three, count the sheep.
You don't want to sleep,
You beg, cry and plea
The last thing you see is eleven fifty-three
The tinkling dew of
Welcomes the shine
Of first light, rosy
Crafting the hues
that color the world around us.
Dawn is that time when
the sky becomes a painter’s palette,
and light becomes a pigment.
two hours and twenty four minutes
if I fell asleep
Bird’s Get Tired Of Flying
Talking to a dream of mine, also happens to be adventurous.
Looking for the god of dreams, sleep today, no human form appeared.
To muse upon your sleep.
I follow looking for a complete surrender, promise of another world.