Haiku
The ghost of a sunrise,
Morning star low in the east.
A winter day starts.
Poetry
1
2014
On a January morning as I was heading to work, Venus was low in the eastern sky with just a hint of twilight.
The ghost of a sunrise,
Morning star low in the east.
A winter day starts.
On a January morning as I was heading to work, Venus was low in the eastern sky with just a hint of twilight.