Photography by Ingrid Mathews



There is forgiveness
In the morning
The slip of skin
Transforming
In the mists
Before the day
Rebirth of mind
And spirit
Lingers softly in the wings
Step lightly to the world
The dew of dawn
Strews diamonds on the lawn
Now breathe a baby's breath
Behold with newborn eyes
You’ve never felt this morn
You’ve never seen these skies





Sara Mathews     July 2016