Earth thrusts upwards to
ensnare the sky
newly enshrined by
sun's sweet and enabling kiss.
Along the hillside
engulfed in bedrock
white, red-roofed houses
shine softly in the grip
of eastern light.
From a distance
unmistakable chants of roosters
welcome the dawn with
characteristic erudition
chasing the foreboding
dreams of children out of
their sleepy heads
Synchronous sounds of a
multitude of bells
echo off the hillsides
as shepherds move their flocks
to neighboring fields
where no fences intrude.
An old man waits with
patient anticipation for the bread man
as he makes his rounds
along narrow winding village roads
hawking his fresh-baked goods.
Two uniformed girls
books in hand
step out of their houses
still laden with quiet
and walk the path to school.
Early morning on Thassos
mountainess isle in the north agean
enraptures us as willing hostages to
sun, azure skies and emerald water.
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