hollow morn'

Written by: Jennifer Cahill

 
morning light seeps in   
like a wisp of a breath  
in winters frigid air  
    
spectrum of silver light   
like sunlit cushioned clouds 
against paper thin walls  
    
as shadows quickly   
appear: rush to these paper walls  
like tunneling snakes  
    
light brims golden,  
spattering dewdrop fields-   
glittering jewels  
    
their moistening of  
blades bending to the winds  
echoing a hollow morn'