Dawn’s Early Morning Light
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I’m making an effort to go to bed earlier,
being that fall is my favorite season. In
a way, it’s unfortunate, as I tend to be a
night person, concentrating best on my readings
when all is still and quiet, but on the bright
side, watching darkness transform into a steely
blue is the most tender caress I can give
my soul of solitude oh Scarlatti turns of
Sonata K.87 like the longing in golden Autumnal
light and the snappy air frosting around corners
of buildings, silence mounting.