Snatches of Sunrise on the Balcony

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Gracious moon
Stands watch
Throughout the dawn,
Winks down upon
The light-befuddled moths.

Two old farmers stand,
Discussing,
Shouldered rakes
And soil-wet.
Day's work done
While I was waking?


Westward-facing;
A single window marks
The rising sun,
Sleepy village turns 
From brown to pink. 


Dawn crept slowly in
Upon a waft
Of second-steeping tea.
The farmers joined my watch,
The birds my prayer,
And village lights winked out
Before the sun.


Comments

  1. I really like the poem, Janie! And also the photo :)

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  2. Thank you, Clara! The photo is just one that I found on the internet, but I really liked it, too.

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