Driving to Work at Dawn
Fingernail sliver of crescent moon,
Lone star lambent in the distance,
Ghost-fingers of leafless trees
Emerge from darkness
In silent supplication.
Cloaking the horizon,
Murky fog seamlessly
Flows from mauve
To midnight blue.
Another day begins.
posted by KJERRINGA MOT STRØMMEN @ 2:50 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
That describes how it was exactly!
You're a poet
and didn't know it!
:-)
simply beautiful. I am sure that is what the dawn looks like. However, I am never awake to see it myself.
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