Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Cries the Sky

She dangles the bough
close enough to taste
Skirting away the moment
I almost catch it

She casts greens to golds
and shimmering stones to ice
 I glide across in surprise

She cries in uneven cadence
whispering her power and majesty
from the clouds and sea
I am spellbound

I cry
My gratidtude great and gaining
bold and splattering grains of sandy
patterns upon my lips and soul

She cries
I arise

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