Wooed at dawn
Meadow sparkle lifts my mood the same week I lose a dear friend.
Sitting low,
Toes nestled in frost
Well before noon.
Crisp sunrise
Woos me into
A rich meadow reverie.
It’s a sheer delight
Of ochre ribbons,
Weightless wings
And half moons
Shimmy in the light.
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How I love this distraction
In the fluorescence of sunrise.
The glitz of the golden hour helps heal the broken hearted.
Lots of love,
