Hunger

Morning Glory

Raw silence of

Morning.  Glory

To the Sun.

I greet each day with

Hope, laughter

Joy and music.

And poetry.  Always

Poetry.

Alchemy of imagination

Solidification of thought

It’s too early to lie,

To late already to

Lie in bed.

Sun climbs, honesty falls

And I am alone

With the earth to keep

And to accompany me.

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This entry was published on February 11, 2012 at 11:52 and is filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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