162poem

April 10, 2011

The coldest hour
is the instant before dawn
when morning kicks off night
like a heavy winter blanket.
The threat of heat
cracks the frozen opening
into sunny submission.

LOCATION: Castillos, Uruguay – Early morning I awoke shivering atop my sleeping bag in the “Rancho de Alguien” thinking and repeating ‘the coldest hour is just before dawn.’

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