In the quiet

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In the quiet of the dark, I arose. I arose to pitch black slid to grey, hoping for a water color wash.  I looked up, hoping for rosy dawn, but did not find her.  The impatiens on my balcony opened, one bud at a time, as I sprinkled life-giving water over them.

The birds arose early morning, soon creating a clatter of song, cacophony to some, but music to me.  I heard Chickadee's mating call, Grackles and Starlings chatter, a Mourning Dove plaintive's cry. In the distance, the Scooch-Scooch of the Pheasant.

The sky, moments before, a grey paste, broke into an arpeggio scale of pastels: pink, orange and peach, the color of my impatiens, and the sun slid imperceptibly over the horizon, peeking at the day.

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An article of mine, 'On Marriage, Life, Death and Remarriage' was published in "Blended Families (Social Issues Firsthand) by Greenhouse Press." An article of mine was referenced in this book: "Margaret Atwood: a reference guide" by Judith McComb

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