Tag Archives: morning

Keriah

Posted on November 2, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. when loss spins a darker color wheel, those reds rotting to brown. I could paint longing siphoned to … Continue reading →

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Keriah

Posted on May 24, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

There are mornings whose blues are unspeakable, whose yellows are far too dandelion to dilute under sun. You should have died in November. I could count you in raw clouds, reflected in reds rotting to brown. I could paint all color … Continue reading →

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Sunlight

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

morning’s a rough slap on the cheek, chasing dreams under the pillow

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morning after rain

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

i forget how morning air after lightning sweetens with a tang of ozone aftertaste drawing up the corners of my mouth bitter & green like lime zest but i like it & for the first time all summer the earth … Continue reading →

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