Life With Horace

poetry & essays

first light

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when first light comes
my bedroom window pales
to violet behind the trees.
then stealthy flittings
catch my eye, as birds
begin the early dash
from woods to house
and feeders. sprinters,
flyers, swoopers,
vying to be first.


poem © 2014 KH Rantilla. all rights reserved.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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