…
Morning breaches
too soon, and the moon bids
us farewell. That tangerine swell
from the east says night has fallen
to the other side,
pried its dark hands from
this horizon.
We sway north,
question our own salt,
and pepper the sky with
silence.
..
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Oh my, I just took a deep breath, inhaling such a peace-filled moment in the midst of so much chaos. Every single words just sings in my soul.
Sunrise comes too soon very often. I like it, if it could just start an hour or three later. Still, I’m the first one up (excluding the cat), for quite a while and I like peppering the day with silence for a while, love that reference
“We sway north, question our own salt, and pepper the sky with silence” … absolutely breathtaking!❤️
I liked that second part. The idea of peppering the sky with silence is intriguing.
So much that is wonderful in these 44 words. Especially I like
“That tangerine swell
from the east says night has fallen
to the other side,
pried its dark hands from
this horizon.”
…and yes, peppering the sky with silence! Sometimes, that’s the only way.
Morning comes too soon ~ Love the ending lines De ~
The whole poem is lovely, but the second part really touched me.
Fabulous, De!
This is beautiful. ‘Morning breaches’ is new for me and effective. I like how you used salt and pepper between two phrases at the end.
The early sunrise – so perfect for a summer solstice. The perfect moment for silence
Due to my early rising, this is a regular scene that greets me, De, and you have captured is so gorgeously in the lines:
‘…That tangerine swell
from the east says night has fallen
to the other side’.
My favourite lines:
‘question our own salt,
and pepper the sky with
silence’.
That tangerine swell
from the east says night has fallen
to the other side
Loving these lines.
You bade the night adieu with a marvellously painted aubage (had to look up meaning) – peppered with sheer poetry
Yes, a great poem for Solstice and the prompt of ‘pepper’;)
Love, “the tangerine swell” and pried its dark hands from the horizon. Great images here!
The last stanza is just beautiful.
That quiet time before sunrise, when even the birds fall silent. Well captured!
Poetry of nature at its best. ❤