For these are

Oregon coast sun rise, sun set

For these are

 

Breath of my breath rise from me

a whisper of silver before mine eyes

stillness in the waking dawn

 

Rain then mist, cleanse and nourish

watercolor brush strokes warm from above

soon night prepares to renew

 

Nothing fragments as once did

Only burnt-orange refractions due west

Shadows of a day now gone

 

for these are