The News




the news broke around six o'clock
robins heard it first
plucked colours from their breasts
then sang it to the dark
that coloured the tiny parts exposed
by dawn's needle
etching
clouds chinese whispered the light
held on to it for a while
then passed it on
leaking ochre rumours
bleeding into flame
the hills heard the word
lifted the veil
but slowly
sun burst the horizon
flooded a piece of it
fireworked the fields
crackerjacked through trees
fireflied the mist
even glow wormed webs
the news broke around six o'clock
everyone knew by seven
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  1. Beautiful photo! But even without it you paint perfection with words, a vast picture of dawn in all its glory. Thank you!

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