We cannot hear the light, the casting
of shadows or the rays that follow
fair morning’s rise; it lifts from slumber
and settles in a silence beyond quiet,
startling in the thunderous hush of a shaft
of splendor that takes our breath away
as the world declares the clearing of night
and dawning brilliance in the promise of day.
—C.L. Fisher, August 2021
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