Roselord

I have never woken early to see the sunrise,
but sometimes…
I have waited for it.

On short, summer nights,
I have lain awake,
Watching the sky turn;
Imperceptible and wondrous.

It is a creeping thing, at first.

Inspired by Mary Oliver's Dogfish
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Some sort of stubborn, desperate thing
kept searching for the light
and crawling ever-upwards, through the dirt.
Trod upon and ragged,
with a fierce hunger.