After the dark gloom of night,
The new morning's pale light,
Illumines a still dark and cool gray sky.

Morning has finally

I sit in the silence of my own thoughts
And watch the morning sun peek over the horizon.
I love this time of day when the

THE FADING MIST

It's daybreak

The nocturnal creatures
scurried back to hiding
The creepy sounds
slowly ceasing
witnessing the

Tired, lovely eyes, clutching and gripping
At a vast light that pours and swells
Breathing and gleaming, soft gentle rising

Blue burns as orange and slowly she rises
Wiping the previous thoughts from her eyes as
Shadows creep quietly so not to disturb
The