Tag Archives: sunrise
… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky. .. twiglet #24.
… it’s the way the sun cracks her head open on horizon’s skillet, all yolk, and light. a stretch. a yawn. ……………………a sigh. ..
… it floats up slow, like it’s got no place to be, no sea of blue to spotlight and sizzle. it breaches mountain top, climbs upupup, apricot fingers sticky with a new day’s hope. .. …
.. Can you see us? Sitting there with the whirl -wind in our hair and time to spare and the summer stretched out long and lean. We’ve howled all night at a curious moon and danced half ……………..(crazy) naked under … Continue reading
.. That sassy sun smiles again, and one stray vapor of pink -smoke hope curls around her heart. .. prompted by twiglets.
… That lemon yellow butter sun’s got a way of coming up again a way of filling my cup again a way of being enough (again) to remind me that the world’s gonna be alright again that the day is … Continue reading