My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Dawn

The brevity
of morning’s clarity
Crystal-crusted peaks
standing sentinel

A sheer-sided cliff
black against blue
hides the sky above me
Its sides thick
with winter’s skeletons
stalking stick shadows,
stark
against night’s incandescence
which chases up the sun

A once waterfall
in winter suspension
and, like us all,
awaits the sun.

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