I look out, resigned
To the gray light of dawn ….

A morning in the fog – reveling in it.

Prose about death really, and the affects it has on those you leave behind.

An early morning is good for the spirit!

I look out, resigned
to the gray light of dawn ….

Poem of goodbyes.

Dawn gracefully advances with certainty reborn.
Straight up the traveled path
Of Time to meet the Morn.

A great morning in the life of a runner. The experience and ache of running early.

"Only in the Morn does our heart truly feel warm."
S, Logan 2/5/10.

A Poem about my fuchsia.