COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Darkness
only the soft sound of morning
approaching in rain dew,
taking its time
to show its light.
there is a rising purr
of a river,
somewhere unseen,
washing over the horizon
in time.
the darkness is disappearing,
allowing the day
to do its living,
letting in newness and air.
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