Humanity at rest
Alone in my waking realm
Waiting for the sun to rise
Predawn world
Between the street lamps and first light
Dark shades of blue
Last vestiges of night
Tag Archives: Morning
Calling out into the dark
Alone in the small hours
Early start
Rise before the sun
Long mornings
Up hours before the dawn
A new day starts slowly
Silence stretching on
Waiting for the slumbering world to wake
Alone, all else lost in a haze
Cycle
Early morning
Idle time
The climbing sun comes at last
Another day dawns in earnest
The summer months go by fast
Flash of fire, then back to dark
Long nights and pitch black skies
Time seems to stretch on in the absence of the light
Shade of Winter
Reaching out into light
Cold night air, clinging at the shadows
Flowers in the door yard
Beauty of the fall
A hard Winter’s warning
Mid autumn morning heeds the call
Frost stalling for a moment
Lingering in darker places
Soon to mist, then gone
Traceless, weightless vapors
Chased off by the Sun
Stiff Fingers
Frost reaches for the window
Widow spider named Winter
Stark scenes of muted greys and crystal whites that shimmer
The glimmer hides the lie
Ice wind across your face
Bites your nose
Bites your eyes
Romanticized too much
Stiff fingers and black toes as you lose your sense of touch
Angel of death, descending with the snow
The Mysterious Mr. Early Rise
Early morning?
What is this?
I awake
I feel as if
I am somehow too well rested
Come to rise, the sun I’ve bested
When did I become this way?
I used to dread the early day
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