[Soaring Feather]

Good night everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


The day came slow, till five o' clock
by Emily Dickinson


The day came slow, till five o'clock
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills


The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.


The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).


The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!

[WayzataJOHNN]

GOOD NIGHT!?!

Tis the Lord’s gift of another morning,
and the sun doth crest the edge of the world.
See the flood of pale rose and perfect pearl,
and how the birds swoop in flight they hurl.
Dancing to a dawn chorus, their wings unfurled,
come, sweep away night, day’s aborning!