Posts tagged sunrise
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An October sunrise over a foggy grassland and a tree on a creekbank.

Deer steam through grasslands,
birds arrange and rearrange
for the change to come.

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A tree stands on the bank of a creek at sunrise with fog lying low.

Sunrise coming on,
fog turns the creek violet,
like a fresh heartbreak.

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A tree seen across a grassland with sunrise behind it on a foggy October morning.

This tree catches fog
and sunlight in October
and sends them along.

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Grasslands at sunrise on a cloudy day.

Their chatter today,
a cloud of red-winged blackbirds,
fills the whole grassland.

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Two deer at the edge of a creek at sunrise on a foggy September sunrise.

The world says, “don't wait,”
sun rising over two deer,
alert at the creek.

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A view of grasslands in morning the sunrise light coming through a tree by a creek in light fog.

The sun in this tree —
it gets caught every morning,
held briefly, warmly.

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The sky at sunrise with wispy clouds and a flock of four blackbirds flying through.

Four blackbirds fly through
another day without you —
grief has collapsed me.

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A waning crescent moon in a blue sky at sunrise surrounded by mottled clouds, three jet trails, and orange clouds colored by the sun about to rise.

Waning crescent moon,
oblivious to sunrise,
jet trails, small worries.

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A September sunrise with puffy mackerel clouds against bright blue sky.

I’m wrongly forlorn,
the wonderland we’ve been in
has never been lost.

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Lake Michigan in Harbor Springs on a calm summer morning at sunrise.

We’re here a short time,
the horizon brightens fast —
we’re changing with it.

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A bright pink and orange sky with wispy clouds and blue sky against a treeline of evergreens at dawn.

The day comes in pink,
orange glows behind the trees,
the sky, ecstatic.

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Sunrise above a dark treeline.

For David Lynch

The morning ether
rises above the treeline —
I’m lost in that dark.

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A pink and orange sky at dawn over a silhouetted treeline.

Jupiter was here
in this pink rising ether
under the full moon.

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Morning sun over Lake Huron shines on a wave breaking on the beach.

Birds chatter and sing
for Sunday morning, thankful,
sunlight breaks apart.