Gilded Dawn
A dawning truth breaks the amber skies and
I watch white cedar celebrate its elation;
light-play tickles my brain cells, in
tones of sepia-golds and verdigris.
The cirrus seems content with its
travels, gifting hope of new beginnings.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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