by Dawnell Harrison
Above the gable and
White horses I rose
In a sun-glinted sky
Of summer’s soft meanderings.
The purple pansies and
Orange poppies hoisted up
Their heads in the dewy
Hours of a moth-breathed day.
The walking tears of winter
Have descended into a shroud
Of clouds and fully disappeared.
Summer’s brazen-breasted light
Glows in my soul.
From:
Dawnell Harrison
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Last updated February 11, 2013