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morning retreat

This time the sun chooses to
pick bright points of light from
the green translucence of leaves
and birdsong pierces the still
air; when three people can sit,
together without words
before the sun retreats upward
into spring clouds


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3 thoughts on “morning retreat

  1. Evelyn on said:

    three is a magic number.
    lovely image.

    • Hey Evelyn – many thanks for actually reading my stuff and so much of it! Good to hear that you enjoyed this one.
      About this poem – I’m a morning person (paradoxically can be a night owl as well… 😐 ) and quite a few of my poems seems to describe the light around dawn.
      best, Dan

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