A Glossy Warmth
A glossy warmth is forming
On the meadow.
Shallow morning air
Transfixed thru every eye.
From the memory of the sun’s blood,
Life is transfused.
Bird and fowl
Share a common breath,
Falling into the day.
Where softness stays
This day remains.
Like the feathered touch
Of an old idea,
This place, this time,
Made for bigger hearts
Than mine..
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