Earth lingered beneath cover till well past the dawn.
She was spent from the turmoil, weary and worn.

The storm wore itself out before first morning’s light,
having pounded and raged all through the night

Damp sand glistened.  Smooth coastlines were wet.
She soaked in the dampness without any regret.

Reluctantly turning, she faced the eastern most sky
as darkness slipped out without even goodbye.


6 thoughts on “Morning

  1. Kath &#&820;reads8#2221; (skims), but she has the comprehension and retention of a fruitfly.The woman isn’t smart, and words are completely fluid and meaningless to her.


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