He unearthed
His knife,
Dipped it
In clouds,
And heaped
Them upon
The morning
Photo’s my own today.
Tag: sunrise
Sinew and Song
Molten petals sweep
Into night.
And awaiting awaking,
I breathe,
For I am the mastodon.
I am the birdshout.
I am the awakening
Night.
Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash
