Spilled Cream
As the sun rises the horizon's soft serrated edges spill vanilla cream;
a shrouded girl feels crystal flakes on her face as she walks separate from the group of students within the milled land
asleep still within a dream.
A tiny abandoned bird's nest is revealed amongst a tree's
branches, with berries that cling...the billowy clouds above slide away.
The birds flit about as the girl later paints their colors as her wings, upon which the sun glides across a new day.
January 14, 2022
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2022
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