A Silent Morning
The colors
of a sea, a distant sail
on its edge.
A pearly flush.
The coast of an elegant
cloud, the stretch
of a snowy
egret. The glide of a black-
necked swan. Dusk.
The butter
hues that baste the terrace,
in late afternoon:
the graceful
sunlight that lifts the diamond
wings, of Spring.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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