Morning, 02-19-10

Here comes the morning to take away the ghost-tail clouds.

Along the edge of the large darkness pushes the first red line, come to snuff the street lights and string the cold-weather birds along their dotted-line flight toward morning places.

Grey is always first – the thickening red line blurs sharp darkness to grey. Shortly after, colors come into focus.

Heavy comes the rest.

PoetryReagan Pugh1 Comment