Reflections at Dawn

Rolling thunder shushes the breathless whisper of dawn.

Spears of fire cast a red pall over the waking promise of day.

The wise old sun, armed for battle, lumbers across the horizon.

Burned and blinded, the dragon slithers west…defeated.

The glowing warrior risks a triumphant smile to awaken the azure sky.

The avian symphony strikes a joyous chorus.

Light the Day!

Pb. Jul 1, 2016

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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