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Monday, February 15, 2016

Six a.m. on February Twelfth

The day you rise to light, 
shadow-trees mark the brightening.
Beyond the window of a sleeping room,
a demarcation,
snow to rock, brush to sky,
back lit to the west,
clouds feather pink, 
then grey.
In the kitchen
incandescent bulbs
flame the action of morning.
Replicated in glass,
they color the outside black.
You know though, to look behind,
past the darkened living room,
through a picture window,
where ashen light grows warmer,
the street, the stonewalls visible.
An onlooker to pastel morning,
you rejoice in the verdict,
a grateful witness
to nature's rhythm, 
the relief of lengthening days.


Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

That is the best time of the day - Quiet and still and life starting over again.

I am reading this at about that time. The light is just starting, unfortunately, snow will follow.

Lovely post, Liza.

Author R. Mac Wheeler said...

I never get tired of twilight.

Bish Denham said...

Yes, the relief of lengthening days... Although our winter has been mild here, I'm ready for the new green of emerging leaf buds.

Gail said...

Beautiful and very peaceful.

Joanne said...

poem and pic are perfect...........so smooth. (I seem to always use that word on your work, but it's true - smooth and sublime)

Susan Gourley/Kelley said...

That was lovely. I'm so delighted the days are getting longer though they're not any warmer.

mshatch said...

Perfect pic to go with your lovely poem. And yay to longer days!

Connie said...

So beautiful--I love your poem and your photo. I also agree with the sentiment, "the relief of lengthening days"--perfect!

Pet said...

Oh, what a great 6 am poem. Quiet a way to start a day. Quiet a mood to write it too :-)
Beautiful picture too. One can nearly feel the spring already around the corner.

Pet said...

Ohhps! Quite, I meant