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.
January 19, 2017 at 4:57 pm
I could not agree more. Have not been sleeping well lately, and am no longer enamored of mornings, if I ever was. ;)
Well done.
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January 19, 2017 at 7:57 pm
I used to love the sunrise, but not as thrilling when you’ve been up since the sunset.
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