a morning song
the song of lark pulls rising light,
to taste the prairie's warming bloom.
reeds bent in bow to fluid trill,
which rush upon this measured dance.
swaying this way in pleasing sound,
and that in focused task.
of faithful reach. of fluttered hope
of nightfall rest and morning call.
allies fed on the dying growth,
a marrow filled for daybreak bell.
wings spread upon the open plains,
as prayer for thirst fulfilled pours down.
soft dew drop touch of peace for chore,
laid under skyward cloud.
of earthly life. of pulsing veins
of thoughts untouched by selfish will.
...
happy tuesday
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