Rosy-fingered Dawn

This morning I called out to Homer in my early morning slumber, watery eyed wonder: “She was lilac at first, then she yawned with golden thirst. Clouds stretched lazily reflected below in glistening dew. Rooftops bowed in reverence to shining streaks of frankincense. And Mother Earth, how she basked in Dawn’s rose and blue... Why, … Continue reading Rosy-fingered Dawn