The Monochrome Hour

Silent clouds filter dawn-faint light
through this hour’s slow slipping flight;
night’s leaves, faint edges painted grey,
laced with the promises of day.

Still-dreamed forms wait, silver-shaded,
colourless in time.

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6 thoughts on “The Monochrome Hour

  1. So happy to see this in my reader, and it is lovely.
    “this hour’s slow slipping flight”
    “Still-dreamed forms wait, silver-shaded”
    The rhyme came out beautifully, a wise woman’s invocation. 🙂

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