In the morning the earliest light arrives from nowhere.
It is only later that the source of that light
Arrives in the eastern sky;
The suggestion of life
Is a soft roar in the distance,
Hinting of trucks travelling down highways
And packed suv's heading toward Florida.
The canvas is washed in black,
Defining the colors of morning with the shadow of night.
We are too early for the birds yet,
As Tex and I step carefully
Across the dewy lawn for his morning ritual.
The house is asleep, but I am here,
Marking time and taking note of the sudden appearance of others.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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