Silent Hour
In the long silent hour before the break of dawn
I wake to gentle light within my heart
My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there,
I think of you.....
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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