Thursday, March 15, 2012
"The sun is a
rays in your belly."
Moon saucer backlit by clouds. Sky orange smear of anticipation. & the birds keep singing to the dawn.
Stage right. Me & the moon listen & wait with languid sighs.
Two crows soar over me and squawk hello. There she is again they whisper as they do their touch and go...these fickle clouds have abandoned the moon for the sun. :)
30 seconds of the sun cresting. Turn up the volume and hear the birds.
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