“For see, the dapple-grey coursers of the morn
Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs,
And chase it through the sky.”

“The rain has lifted enough so that we can see the horizon now, a sharp line demarking the light grey of the sky and the darker grey of the water.”

“Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.”

“Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky.”

“Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.”

“The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by,
As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.”

“The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.”

“To bear, to nurse, to rear,
To watch and then to lose,
To see my bright ones disappear,
Drawn up like morning dews.”

“Amber light
Of this new morning,
Amber light,
Clear, bright and warming.
Overnight
The Earth adorning…
Amber light,
A New Age is dawning….”

“There came from without the hoof-beats of a galloping relative and Aunt Dahlia whizzed in.”