Demi-sunrise

To be upon a sojourn in the cold of morning now, to listen for a sager word and speak of only silence as the memories relax and fall in emerald drops of rain. To ebb again and slake the thirsty blades of grass I walk across for fresher days than last and ask, because I’m all but lost, whose clouds are these. Whose clouds are these that never settle but keep travelling, the tender brush of unmade storms for other days to reason? Whose clouds are these that make a demi-sunrise something lovely and that paint this landscape crisp just like tomorrow?

#Worthington #Glacier

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