7:17 a.m.

It broke through banked blankets 

this Beaten Bar of Gold

burnishing each naked trunk and limb

flooding the far forest with flamingo

fortitude for another frosty day. 

One thought on “7:17 a.m.

  1. Such marvelous phrases to describe a morning sunrise in my hollow. It’s also stunning symbolism. Thank you for making my day more beautiful.


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