Friday, March 17, 2017

That faint orange line grows by the sea,
Over the houses and trees,
Pourin itself out for me.
The dark knight recedes.
Sleep is placed in our pocket &
We rush out into the world.
I would like to take my steps slow,
I have no knowing of where the current will flow or of its rate of travel.
I sit in contemplation,
Allowing this light to grow,
Awaiting the melting of the snow.

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