Making art

“Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. ” —Thich Nhat Hanh

In the spring
slowly, softly
dawn breaks
lying in wait
finally
that first prism
crosses the horizon
to rouse the day.

Long shadows
make art
in the late
afternoon
as the sun
changes course
sets its sails
for night.

Stacy Liddle 3/28/2017

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