The stars out the window are still uttering
Mischief about the night before.
Somewhere on the horizon,
Evening is fermenting into morning,
And it is calling me for a drink.

Just something about the way dawn boils the night sky into this shade of purple that always reminds me of wine.

November, 2015

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