Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Morning has broken

Today, fresh air
frees up a tweet of birds
from their shadows
on trees and roof and wire.
No cage but rain
and sun. My face turns
to unsolvable
puzzles - using brain
or a kiss
or small hands seemingly frail
and alive,
reaching, soaking, sunlit.

2 comments:

  1. wonderful, daily dimensions of our being.

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  2. I always say, morning has broken and I'm all out of crazy glue, but this is much better.

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