Sedona Sunrise — Image by kenne
Words at Daybreak
Before beginning in earnest,
without meanings to identify them,
they emerge like figures behind a gray curtain.
The dark flock on the foggy horizon
defers arrival. Engaged in some play
of its own making, it circles and drifts.
Still, fricative, almost particulate songs
filter down, silting along the gray shore.
They summon the ear to something, to something.
— Tess Taylor
View South from Mini Masa Vortex at Sunrise (June 15, 2016) — Image by kenne
