Submitted by Ann Christine Tabaka (@christinetabaka)
Daybreak pierces night, wiping
away the sleep. Plucking stars
from the heavens, placing them
neatly in a basket made of dreams.
Erasing darkness with amber
streaks, the sun kisses the day.
Dew drenched grasses glisten with
diminutive prism globes. Warmth
overtakes the chill as hours march on.
Clouds drift by announcing their
presence with purple shadows
crowning the land. Time has no
master while light rules the day.
Evening brings with it a daunting
stillness as it invades the glen.
A sleepy day says adieu as it
Awaits tomorrow’s sun salutation.
A Misty Morning by Charles James
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A clear vision. Thank you!