Harmonies

Sun teases, melting
Ghosts of dawn and fog that drifts
Across skies and time
The faintest whispers remain
Like breaths caught in the moment

Time gathers these moments, these breaths, onto itself.  Each to become a color, a pen stroke, or dulcet chord. Harmonies of nature blend into one voice, a painted aria of brilliance building in the near silence of dawn. Artist and conductor, light and shadow, morning spirit and midnight memory, touch sky, breathe as one, make magic... and sing the crescendo of sunrise. 



© mdbadgerow 2008