At Day’s Start

The slightest stirring

of a breeze barely ruffles

the quiet early

morning air, my thoughts the only

noise. Even the crows

keep their cawing to themselves.

Through the silent sky

a single disc of light shines,

signaling the start of day.

                                                                       JDG

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