Sunday, September 8

Daily Bread

beautiful sunrise

Daily Bread

The luminosity of light
When the sun rises
Over hill and dale
Welcoming me daily
Washing over me
Illuminating the last shadows
Like octopus ink
I see my breath as I stand
Exhaling my agreement
In the crisp Autumn air
Stars playing hide and seek
As the wispy clouds
Give way to the morning sun.


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