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Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n Something about waking early, No matter how black the wall of night, Bright bird, pink patch of sky, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Donna Pucciani<\/strong>, a Chicago-based writer, has published poetry on four continents, and has won prizes from the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, the Illinois Arts Council, and Poetry on the Lake. Her seventh book of poetry, Edges<\/em>, is forthcoming from Purple Flag Press. (donnapuccianipoet.wordpress.com<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Morning Something about waking early, before daylight streaks the air with yellow, brings an intimacy with darkness, a purity to the day’s endeavors. No matter how black the wall of night, how impenetrable the ebony expanse of starlessness, birdsong chips away at it, pecking until it breaks into the light. Bright bird, pink […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13443","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13443"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13595,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13443\/revisions\/13595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbefore daylight streaks the air with yellow,
\nbrings an intimacy with darkness,
\na purity to the day’s endeavors.<\/p>\n
\nhow impenetrable the ebony expanse
\nof starlessness, birdsong chips away at it,
\npecking until it breaks into the light.<\/p>\n
\npray for us, o holy mother of dawn,
\nthat we may be made worthy
\nof the promises of day.<\/p>\n