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Tag Archives: morning
On my bike at 6 with the curling pink fingers of dawn already fading to yellow. It’s going to be muggy and buggy. For 11 months they complain about rain and snow; the other month they complain about the heat. … Continue reading
thermonuclear fusion the sun blasting over the east horizon radiating through the chill of low morning fog across the marsh from my feet to the top of my bare legs a fucking sensation in either common sense like sex or … Continue reading
It’s the last cold morning of spring, frosty, because of an absence of clouds to hold the warmth of yesterday. The clear, cold night promises a warm, sunny day. This is the time of transition, when we wake to what … Continue reading
Six geese perfectly arranged – they land and stretch their wings one ground-settled gesture in unison to steady themselves, a harmony – against a backdrop of morning fog.
Before dawn, over the low field a halo of frost settles, cold breath of the ghosts of deer and wolves. Deer tracks appear, twin crescents in the muddy stream bank, near the swirled down mat of sedges Where the big … Continue reading
Red eye, bloodshot, peeking past the cool frazzy horizon. Now hiding behind heiferclouds, I see your goldenrays and wonder of the wind on my forelimbs where self ends and world resumes.
the first stain of dread slips pinkly skyward above the east rim of night