Sunrise 8/14/23

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Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2023

The glassy river moving still,
Its lucid dreams adrift until
The sun infuses everything
With strange intensity. I sing
A silent song as if I will

Retreat into the gentle spill
Of dreamy thoughts that gently fill
The morning and its secret spring,
The glassy river.

Someday we all must pay the bill
For what we've done. Not shrill
The bells that day will ring
And nature heal the broken wing,
The sun arising to fulfill
The glassy river.