Nothing is more ordinary than dawn
Nature clearing her throat to sing the day
But before the mundane is seen and gone
Permit a brief, contemplative delay
Understand that this baptism with light
Distinguishes a self from a grey throng
What the goddess translates from opaque night
Is a set of notes that form new day’s song
Difference and repetition are here
Sifting from sameness something singular
Being is mostly dark, that much is clear
Light, motion and life are irregular
Savor the standard strangeness of sunrise
Allow familiar freshness to surprise
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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