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Morning has slipped

Morning has slipped her fingers under the skin of the sky and lit it with fire and ice. The sweat from the storms still glistens upon the world. Air has taken on a hint of earth mixed with the freshness of a day dreaming of heat. And I, have found my way to a chair, mug in hand, to watch blackbirds dance in the weeds.

The Divine

The Divine

Her embrace is the morning
fragrant breezes just off the sea
illuminating skies on the veil
of night poked through
with the silver slices
His is the heart of dawn, noon, and evening
stag beating through forest and vale
chasing shadowed places
from their perch
with glance and spear

The Divine.