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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

NIGHT'S ELEGY

Night's Elegy

Winter gray hovers above
the orange glow,
crashing through
the black bones
of a steepled pine tree--
the piercing
shimmers could be
mistaken for a house fire.

In seconds, one can capture
the rage of
elongated gold heat;
a God's shield from night.
The rising day begins;
we have survived another
rotation-- even as
the sun is hidden by a
blanket of clouds.

TJKG

3 comments:

  1. sometimes surviving is the best we can do...smiles...thank goodness for morning light...love the energy in this...and the color play at the beginning...

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  2. Such beautiful images, a lovely poem, Tracy.

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