clouds catch in the sky
with a cool breeze of breath
pushing them along.
a smooth dusting of light
taps its way through the tuft
as birds tickle the air
with singsong speak,
and grass gathers dew upon
slender blades.
a holding motion
in the cool air,
and the smell is as fresh
as a seedling poking
up through the damp
for the very first time.
as the light holds,
as the damp gathers,
as the moon recedes
and the sun grips
behind darkness
at the edge of dream,
so the heart
flutters soft behind the drapery
of breath
as courage to
broken sadness
in this great gift
merging
through the trying moments
of our
somber urges
to bring the gathering
of these words
caught on the tip
of a child's tongue.
a stutter at the back
of the throat,
and time releases
its tired grip.
a smooth wind
plays
ever upward.
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