Dawn twirls over fields

Dawn twirls over fields.
A gray fog dances with my loneliness.
Let the day fall on rocks and sea,
And bring with it
Its strangeness.

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The sky, the sea, and islands

The sky, the sea, and islands.
A Spring day dawns on gray shores.
Surf bleeds unto beaches
And the world catches fire
As morning breathes life
On the adventure.

Seeping through the shadowland

The soft sigh of the willows
Seep through the shadowland
Where weeping ferrymen
Steer their canoes through morning dew.
Wild ducks, with sea salted wings,
Migrate through dawn
Shedding golden leaves like syrup fingers
Attaching their palms to the ground.
Cuts in the night sky deepen and
Bleed honey onto the horizon
Herding nightbirds and dreaming children
Back home.

The coming of Light

Gray and mute.
There is no cadence in the wind,
As if numbed by the winter forest.
There is a stench of sorrow
Shrouding all safe exits.
Even the tide is holding its breath.
Then, a blossoming of light,
Soft violet and blush,
Splitting the ocean in a glittering trail
Of rose gold and silver.
The echoing cry of seabirds,
And feathers shivering
In the eddies of the wind.