There is something calming about watching the sun ease over the edge of the horizon. Skies meet ocean, the dawn of dusk. It feels like a rendezvous with hints of new beginnings. As Day moves into the arms of night my thoughts turn to hopes for the next day. I exhale. I sense a chance to regroup, and give way to the start of something new – cloud free.
dawn of spring..
through shards of melting snow
purple crocus
Pat R
4/17/18
For Haibun Monday @ dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is Dusk
