Last light morning

Beautiful misty morning and a Samhain message from the Oracle. Don’t even mention zombies, broomsticks or ghosts with chainsaws to me, please.

halloween dawn misty

Sing life in the morning on waking,
the sleep dream lingering,
draped in dawn-dapples and the mist of imaginings.

Sing, with bird chatter
keeping the rhythm,
the chug-chug-chugging of insect and seed-search,

and at the end, when night falls,
sing the death song,
sail out the last ship onto dark seas,

swell rolling, oiled satin,
let the last sound
be one of sweet sorrow.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

27 thoughts on “Last light morning”

  1. Beautiful – I love the mornings when no one else is up, and the birds are singing, and the squirrels are chattering. But I also love the last light of the day, everything is tinged with rose gold.

  2. Oh, lovely, like Kerfe said, even with the death songs. That is special to have such a morning.
    We finally had sunshine today, and even thought it was cold, it was so wonderful to have light.
    Sorry, I just got mine up, and the Oracle did give me ghosts–but no chainsaws! ๐Ÿ˜€

    1. Thank you! The weather is lovely at the moment, just as it should be, warm and sunny with mist in the morning and the evening.
      I’ll be over. Good to hear about the lack of chainsaws ๐Ÿ™‚

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