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Rising Sun

Written by Kathryn Marchbank on Tuesday the 6th of January 2015
The
night's darkness leaves behind a crescent of moon


Too
heavy to carry in the rush


Embers
of fire opal glint


Smouldering
to let out a last breath


To
the dawns cold wash


Her
grass eyes shut and open


Her
twists of snake hair curl



AWAKE



We
hear song in flight


And
perched upon her branches


Such
a delight is speckled brown


That
can give forth a tonal remedy


Then
the light truly rises


To
shine across her face


A
shepherd to the flowers


And
all of her creatures