Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Poem: The Dawn of History

The Dawn of History

The early morning sun
cuts across the western mountains,
raw and sharp,
burning your eyes,
bringing tears.

Tears that do not blur,
but sharpen
your vision,
bringing the past
into clear relief.


The picture was taken on the Blue Ridge Parkway, south of Roanoke, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


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