The morning tastes
Like lemon
On my tongue
The breezes blow
In silks aquamarine
The trees are speaking
Raven sparrow wren
The ground is bursting
Secrets through the green
The clouds throw down
A scarf of woven shade
A glade of bluets
Brings bouquet of snow
And I am simply here
With gratitude
The sun feels me
And likes the way I beam




Sara Mathews  (For Wendy)    April 2016