This poem has been inspired by the scenery around me as I wait at a bus stop on the early morning work days:
Before the Sun
Black corners
Accept the shades of night
from sky to earth
textured by nature and humankind
Black edges
softened by starlight and moonlight
air dampened by ocean breezes
feel soft as a velvet pillow
Blackened smudges float
silently through a lightening sky
colourless while the sun still sleeps
patiently awaiting a pastel palette of corals and reds.
“Through the blackest night, morning
gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.”
~ Robert Brault, freelance writer
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