Indiana Sunrise

all celestial bodies have tucked away

by the incoming day

a lone star clings to the vestiges of night

the sky black burgeoning to deep purple

at night, the heavens and ground are one on the horizon

dusk disjoins them

the creeping light silhouettes the trees

deep purple coalesces to gray blue

fog blankets divots of land

mist meandering the fields

it should feel eerie, yet hope predominates

like the earth sighing awake

the warm breath of morning casts a cloud against the cold

gray blue tinges with pink

there is joy and beauty in waking up

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