Morning
The cardinal's valley that morning,
A flutter, then stillness, combined,
the urge to perch on a hugh rough stone,
Myself, and a friend of mine.
Such brilliance and laughter that morning!
We spoke of dreams and dares.
And basked in the music of red birds,
As a new sun fired the air.
Copyright © Sharon Swenson | Year Posted 2013
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