Do you ever wake in the darkness before dawn and lie in bed, just thinking? It’s in those moments that thoughts, both good and bad, come creeping. Things that we suppress during the day find this is a good time to keep us awake. Maybe it’s then that we are at our creative best. Francis […]
Mar 19, 2021
A New Day
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Morning slips in on silent feet, moving through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Within the branches of a blue spruce, something, perhaps a bird, awakens. Darkness is slow to leave; the day is loathe to begin. At last, gathering the shadows around it like a cloak, the dawn glides away, yielding to […]
Jan 13, 2020
Morning Has Broken
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The dawn slips in on silent feet. She glides through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Something moves within the depths of a blue spruce. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is loathe to leave; clinging to corners and hollows. Finally, gathering shadows around herself like a cloak, night drifts away, yielding to the dawn […]
Sep 14, 2019
Darkness Before Dawn
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Do you ever wake in the darkness before dawn and lie in bed, just thinking? Those hours waiting for sunrise have been written about by many people. It’s in those moments that thoughts, both good and bad, come creeping. Things that we suppress during the day find this is a good time to keep us […]
Oct 22, 2018
Morning Tiptoes In
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Early morning slips in on silent feet. It moves through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Within the branches of a blue spruce, something stirs. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is slow to leave; the day is loathe to begin. At last, gathering the shadows around it like a cloak, the dawn glides away, yielding to the rising of […]
