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03.19 – a gorge morning

dark morning greeting.
Grey and heavy the sky,
mixing turbulent and menacing.
Stark hills of darkness vanishing above.

Yet it lifts,
a soft light leaks under
and even through, in places.
The hills round out,
rolling gently – contrasting cliffs below.

And in a moment
the sun breaks through,
the clouds ablaze
light fingers caressing
waters unseen.