“There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its breath.” ~ Douglas Adams
Photo by Richard Fogg
When light floats
When light floats
A whisper of warmth
The geese are finding their voices.
Broken cackles
on dark mornings.
A restlessness for the North.
And hidden shoots
unfurl in freedom.
Called into being
by a whisper of warmth.
The long night closes,
as a faint light
streaks the dawn.
And my broken voice
sings once more.
~ Lyn McCrave
Janet Fogg / J.R.P. Fogg 