Horizon lines: by Bonnie McClellan

the world is dark.
shutters open.
the sky’s glacial pool opens.
three morning stars laugh
over the horizon line.

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this copse of time
this stand of hours
………..between nows
becomes a minute
………..thicket
bristling towards the moon.

~ by bonniemcclellan on March 18, 2017.

Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
Tags: Art, Bonnie McClellan, horizon lines, my, my work, poetry, spring time

4 Responses to “Horizon lines: by Bonnie McClellan”

Copse of time Stand of hours

Beautiful!

Sent from my iPhone

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adina richman said this on March 18, 2017 at 3:46 pm | Reply
- Thanks Adina, I live with so many ‘time telling’ devices…
  
  bonniemcclellan said this on March 18, 2017 at 6:25 pm | Reply
Love This poem! Edging between darkness and time, between Happy Morning stars and time. The mystery of the universe.

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lrichm2014 said this on March 18, 2017 at 11:04 pm | Reply
- Thanks so much, it’s the fruit of waking up at 4:30 in the morning…
  
  bonniemcclellan said this on March 25, 2017 at 9:01 am | Reply

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