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.
* * *
this copse of time
this stand of hours
………..between nows
becomes a minute
………..thicket
bristling towards the moon.
Copse of time Stand of hours
Beautiful!
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Thanks Adina, I live with so many ‘time telling’ devices…
Love This poem! Edging between darkness and time, between Happy Morning stars and time. The mystery of the universe.
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Thanks so much, it’s the fruit of waking up at 4:30 in the morning…