It could have been a field of flowers, apricot sunrise honeying all. It could have been a berry patch, spread round with her the center, fingers damp with morning dew. It might’ve even been a dragon’s hoard, doubloons spilling from ruby-studded chalices, heavy pendants on worked, chain necklaces, diamond and emerald tiara resting on her head, proclaiming her queen of all she surveyed. Continue reading
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Bring on Night
Noted
It lay,
A thin blanket over vibrant late summer.
Silent white, still as death,
Satisfying in its containment.
The First Hour Before Sunrise
The very first hour before sunrise is the most powerful time of day. Continue reading
But the People Can’t Wait
He lay the quill down beside his Manifesto, reaching to close the cap on the near-empty inkwell. Continue reading