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FIVE A.M. ON AN APRIL MORNING by Ginny Brannan

This was written in the wee hours of the morning—

Ponderings inspired by the star-filled sky at 5 a.m.


Five a.m. on an April Morning

I stare across this mid-night sea
and ponder in that stillness found
the vastness of this vernal plain;
appearing first as ebony
and yet I know it isn’t so…
A hundred billion lights abound—
celestial embers in the dark
whose gasses burned out long ago,
and still they manage to astound.
Left humbled by their reverie,
as if by watching they’ll impart
the knowledge of the centuries…
Yet could we grasp enlightenment
from moment genesis embarked?
More learned men may share insight,
I myself embrace the night.



Ginny BrannanGinny describes herself as having “come to this dance a bit later than some; the most important thing is…she’s come!” It seems like the words were always inside her, looking for an outlet. In 2009, encouraged by her brother and dear friend, she began writing and sharing her poetry. She attributes the cathartic effects of writing to carrying her through some difficult times, and for introducing her to many creative and like-minded writers from places both near and around the world. She enjoys writing in both form and free verse, and draws her inspiration from life, nature, and the human condition. She has been featured in The River Muse, on on-line Art and Literary Journal; The Poetry Daily, and her poetry has been published in five anthologies. She is extremely honored to be part of the Journey of the Heart sisterhood of writers. Ginny Brannan resides in western Massachusetts with her husband, son and four cats. You may read more of Ginny's poetry on her website here,  or connect with her on Facebook or twitter 

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