Whisper to me
Morning
In quiet breath
Transforming
Dawn to day
Stir softly at the pane
The curtain lace
A graceful dancing leaf
A blossom new
Lift my face
To mother sun
And blush of grace
Think softly to me
Morning
A gentle thought
Unleashing
Me from yesterday
May I begin anew
Spin me slowly
From cocoon
Hold lightly to me
Morning
Don’t slip away so soon
Lay a silver spell
Upon my mind
Let me fall into
Reflection
In a pearl of dew




Sara Mathews August 2016

Photo credit flickr ~ Jenny Downing