"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Friday, May 3, 2013

morning's song and dance: a small stone

I stand at the window, watching the sky shift
Midnight blue to sapphire
Sapphire to cornflower
Birds swoop and dive
Savoring their morning dance with each other
Chittering their hellos, squawking their warnings
 - Lay off, buddy, that's my breakfast -
As the light comes, they greet the sun with a song
The colors make one last change,
    a simple light blue that carries promises,

And dawn is here.

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