The mornings are dark
It's hard to determine if
This is the time I should
Get up. There is no cue
In the sky. I do rise early
But I don't want to be up
Aforehand. There's early
Then there's too early I
Want sun up to provide
My clue, to guide me to
Action. There is no light.
The mornings are dark.
Is it darkest before dawn?
Category Archives: Eclipsed
Looking over
I look over a field of cranes, all
Sprung up over the rooftops to
The west. How high will they
Bring the fence encircling my
Views? New Year's in Central
Park or the ceremonies ahead
Of the marathon won't sparkle
In my living room, if sky-risers
Cut me off. Tall this, big that
Will fill my scenic sights. I will
Have the clouds and the moon
Revenge
The sun piqued at the moon
Takes its revenge on the evening
Sky. Vengeful, it turns the clouds
A vivid red. What would be blue
Is hanging in the halo of its anger
Tamara, really 