orange fingernails claw at darkness

dawn snatches night away

moon hides in terror from

the brightness of the gaining sun

fades to a shadow, his “day” is done

 

QKJ 19: after all was said, 

Write sorta aubade-ish-ly.

I have no idea if this is aubade-ish-ly composed or no. But I’m going to click publish anyway. Just the sort of mood I’m in after having watched the square of kitchen window turn from night to dawn to day.

qjk-mini

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