Blink
.
A meadowlark sings to the morning
as a new day fondles the hills
Sun rests warmly on my cheek
This moment here to cling
fragile as a dream ~
Then flutters on~
One little
blink at
dawn
~
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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