Waiting For Night To Pass

Waiting For Night To Pass

Waiting out night, wind blowing,

moon sits over pines in predawn glow,

elegance of silence, poise of solitude, gentle noise,

sunlight touching highest clouds,

shaking off nights’ dark, earth spins in space,

turning me to face the sun’s rise,

night’s grip dies, my gaze follows mountain curves,

sun touching ridge tops steep, I breathe deep,

standing at mountain lakes’ edge,

walking in soft meadow grass, no longer waiting for night to pass.

Echo Lake, Colorado

June, 2015

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