Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest
Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching
Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale
There are no shadows
Cast by the moon
Hiding behind the clouds
Sounds reverberate from
an airplane drifting
to a landing
Morning’s quiet
regains the stage
Until a Robin chirps
a wake-up call
Sunrise is approaching
advancing from east to west
lighting the sky
Rocks whiten to become obvious
against the pallid grass of winter
robbed of nutrition by the cold of January
No orb announces today
the sun is rising although hidden
behind dense condensation
The orange orb of the sun
will not flood the skyline
The fever of night
has become the pale of the day
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 11:23 AM UTC
Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest
Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching
Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale
There are no shadows
Cast by the moon
Hiding behind the clouds
Sounds reverberate from
an airplane drifting
to a landing
Morning’s quiet
regains the stage
Until a Robin chirps
a wake-up call
Sunrise is approaching
advancing from east to west
lighting the sky
Rocks whiten to become obvious
against the pallid grass of winter
robbed of nutrition by the cold of January
No orb announces today
the sun is rising although hidden
behind dense condensation
The orange orb of the sun
will not flood the skyline
The fever of night
has become the pale of the day
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