Window sunrise
A poem
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Window sunrise
Fire in the hearth and peace in the room. Gaze through the south facing window pointed just east enough to frame the entanglement of empty limbs and newly risen sun writing on lined paper clouds gold not yet touching the fresh inch of snow but piercing the reach of trees and living room glass and every conception I have. The dog curled by my side.
Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue happens here, and within a week I will be following up with a Reflection post on how this poem emerged into being.
Brian
Beautifully extracted and rendered experience. My favorite line?
"and every conception I have"
It just hits like a truck out of nowhere, a truck I'd like to be plastered to with a smile on my face as I savor fine art such as this.
You strung together the right words. I want to look out that window.