Tag Archives: dawn

Urban dawn

Posted on January 18, 2015 by Sue Vincent

Dawn comes late to urban skies; Cresting the rooftops When the gold has gone, The blush of innocence faded. Yet light remains, A glowing centre Framed in straight edged darkness That bears the heart of morning In its wings.

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Frozen gold

Posted on January 10, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Blush

Posted on January 9, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Mystery

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Sue Vincent
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Filigree

Posted on December 21, 2014 by Sue Vincent
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Mists

Posted on December 18, 2014 by Sue Vincent
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Two dawns

Posted on December 3, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I watched the sun rise twice this morning. The brilliant golden disc crested the horizon as I drove, wishing for the camera and watching as the clear blue of a winter morning blushed to the softest peach. The sun rose … Continue reading →

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Frozen fingers

Posted on November 24, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I stand shivering at the edge of the field as the sun rises, watching the dog tear round the frozen field. There is a crow… it has to be chased, apparently, but all I catch on camera is a black … Continue reading →

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A golden dawn

Posted on August 8, 2014 by Sue Vincent

I couldn’t sleep. I’d gone to bed early and spent most of the night in that liminal state between dream and waking when the mind treads strange pathways, watching itself, while the body rests as if in slumber. It is … Continue reading →

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Three as one

Posted on June 23, 2014 by Sue Vincent

Four a.m., Saturday morning, three people came together beneath the crescent moon to watch a solstice sun rise high on the moors overlooking Wharfedale in Yorkshire. Three individuals who share a dedication to the Light were joined as one, as … Continue reading →

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