Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Morning

This morning is a well-placed whisper
Soft, moist
Issued on the ear and eye
It finds its way deeper
It catches on the breath
It draws me out
It brings the distant
Gently closer
Making friends with the far reach
It girds cool and gray
Pleasing and calm
Rising and emboldening
A downy
Whited gray beginning
Not without hope
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