angry red Dawn
precedes ominous storm clouds
behold woman scorned
angry red Dawn
precedes ominous storm clouds
behold woman scorned
early this A. M.
already inside working
when Dawn came to play
starlings taking flight
weaving shadow and light
moving tapestry
the colors of fall
memories of summers past
through liquid lenses
the Great Spirit breathes
melody drawn from the depths
reed broken sings best