Quietly darkness takes leave
unveiling a pale blue with wisps
of cloud tinted pink hanging
motionless in the summer sky.
An atlantic bound jet reflects
a glancing sun like a minute
mirror moving slowly beyond
sight through a white formation.
As the soft morning light ignites
full throated song there's the
intense vibration of feathered
wings as the landscape exults.
An towards the east a moon,
fruit shaped, like an after image
stands like a sentinel to what
went before...
It is morning rise bearing a new day.
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