mornings are always
hard for me.
waking in struggling feathers
i curl in winter light
even though it is summer
amidst the notable lack of moon.
as I fight to awake
a butterfly staggers
but your kiss changes everything
and is a comforting cloud
in impressionistic light.
we share our love
so feeding the feral cat
i float on a bird-inviting cloud
and as I write these words
i am touched by the Holy Spirit
which deepens my belief in love.
i am a mountain flower.
Copyright © Rick Davis | Year Posted 2020
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