Poetry

She Sings the Dawn

Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn

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Poetry

Little Bird

Little Bird you try so hard to be everything all the time You cannot (for you are not) and so you are doomed to fail If you could be just what you are not everything to everyone You would be (for you are) Little Bird, destined to fly   ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore   From… Continue reading Little Bird