Morning Musings
morning sunrise ~
painting mountain peaks
in soft pastel
of purple and peach
as birch trees sway
in unison
with my windswept hair
I run and chase~
the gossamer of light
gently panning
through my windowpane
hoping I could find
even a glimpse
of your silhouette;
Alas, nothing is left
but a gentle echo
of your sweet adieu.
16 February 2021
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JC Brul | Year Posted 2021
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