Peach coloured dawn,
clouds rush by dragging
a heavy grey blanket.
Barometer plummets.

Morning Sun

Morning sun rises,
the birds outside my window
great the dawn with song.


Too hot to sleep
I toss and turn,
dozing and dreaming,
waiting for dawn.

A New Day

A new day dawns without you,
darkness eased by silvered golden sun.
A spider weaves a web across my window,
but you are gone.

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In memory of my uncle who passed away yesterday evening.


Greetings to thee
Eostre, goddess of the dawn,
of new beginnings and fertility.

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