Morning creeps. <br />Windy water waves <br />Duning shadowy Sun <br />Hollows... <br />Reigning seconds <br />Just right. <br /> <br />Everything moving, <br />As I, casting stones... <br />Morning prophecies. <br />They land on edges. <br /> <br />Morning stands high... <br />Walks towards Day.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-prophecy-stones/
