“There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free.
Don't miss so many of them.”
Jo Walton
Dawn begins
On a whisper,
A lightening
Oh so slowly
Of the midnight sky,
Deepest black to indigo
Indigo to royal blue,
With the stars gradually
Taking their leave,
Until the rising sun
Just below
The rugged horizon
Turns the clouds
To flame.
Your poem captures the unfolding of dawn with such grace. I love how you let the light shift in slow, deliberate steps—from deepest black to indigo to royal blue—until the sun finally ignites the clouds. The progression feels both natural and reverent, like watching the world take its first breath of the day. A beautifully serene rendering of sunrise.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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