The clouds glow orange and pinkAnd a colour I’m sure has no nameThe world is wakingThe sun is laying out her waresI can hear someone sweeping their stepsThe lady across the road(who always smiles at me)Is opening her shuttersA few blocks down I can already make out the garbage vanRumbling through the streets of WoodstockDisposing … Continue reading I will run
Dawn
Dawn is still breaking
I realized something this morning. Dawn is a slow dance. A gentle thing. Measured. And just because we cannot immediately see the sun, dawn is still breaking. Even as the first light of day banishes the darkest of night, dawn is still breaking. Before we can feel the warmth of morning, dawn is still breaking. … Continue reading Dawn is still breaking
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