For A River of Stones
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Dawn came very slowly,
shy, needing to be coaxed,
repeatedly encouraged,
unsure of her acceptance.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/29/11
Stone #29 aros
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I like that. Dawn my favorite time of day. Not quiet light, full of mystery and possibility!
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I was up very early this morning. There was only a lightening of the darkness. Got on here and did my daily journal page, then looked and the light hadn’t changed, still that shy sort of maybe, maybe not. It seemed to stay that way for hours. I’m sure it has something to do with the snow falling, but I felt myself whispering, “Come on, you can do this.”
Dawn is a special time for many of us. Thanks Annell,
Elizabeth
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Beautiful……love the image of a slow hesitant dawn!
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Sherry, as I said to Annell, it seemed to take hours this morning and I found myself whispering encouragement to the beginning of the day. Had to write it. Thanks for stopping in,
Elizabeth
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It did here, too, today. The sky had a yellowy glimmer on the Eastern horizon for ages, while the moon – a fingernail paring – was still very bright.
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Hi Viv, here it was just a lingering grayness, not quite night or day, but something in-between.
Elizabeth
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A lovely, slow piece for the start of a ‘what shall I do? Sunday’.
I did not see the dawn; lay abed in a half-dream about rabbits and rabbit people.
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Hello Harry, and I do know those kinds of days, and their dreams often find some foothold in the poetry I write. I like that when it happens,
Elizabeth
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