Morning Truths

Morning Truths

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I'm in love with the skeletal trees
stretching on tiptoe in frozen soil
and reaching for a sky
they'll never be tall enough to touch

My heart aches at the sight
of that single star
—pinpricking light—
against a bruised-blue backdrop.
It will be there still
when the sun rises,
glorious and encompassing,
though we will forget.
We only remember stars
when brighter lights fade.

And that shift of dawn.
A gradient of blues, vignetted.
A view narrowed and focused
on the most important thing.
A reminder:
Morning always comes.
 

Warnings

Warnings

Full Circle

Full Circle