At not quite four AM on a quiet June morn-

The syrup sky cracked, and blood ran out
There was no one, not even a moose about
There’ll be no rest for the sun today
The long summer solstice is still on it’s way

When I read Misky’s Twiglet #153 for the week, ‘syrup sky’ I was instantly transported to the silent dawns in Healy. The sleepy sun just barely cresting the horizon after a hard days work. Kind of gives new meaning to the phrase, ‘crack of dawn’.

And conveniently, ‘crack’ was the Quadrille #92 poeming word of the day on deVerse