another rising sun series: a crack at trying to express the feeling

Sunrise on Newboro Lake

Come with me through the broadening light

To watch the rising sun.

Come with me through moments made warmer-

Made warmer

By our beacon.

Made warmer

By the squawk of a heron,

The call of crows,

The screech of gulls,

The softer reflections.

Be with me through this, and you shall never

Be alone.

another rising sun series

With a heron thrown in for good luck

As the sun rises I see different clouds, different hues, different things. Within the soundless rising, midst the guttural squawk of a heron, the screech of gulls, and the bossy calling of  crows, are experiences beyond measure. 

I hope you enjoy our walk to the Lock almost as much as Alanagh, Molly, Joshua, and I did.

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