low slung
slants down–
a zing
from blue above. . .

beneath my feet–
earth wet and grassy
spanning, grounding–
a squishy firm support,
earth’s wintery, watery love

and I
between the two
spark forth
in just my very shape
encradled, hugged
and moving deft
within my space
as a hand warmed
in a buttery glove

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4 Responses to WINTER MORN

  1. Eric Alagan says:

    “…low slung sunshine slants down…”
    Nice choice of words. Thanks, Eric

  2. Morning says:

    love the ending, what a powerful take.

    have fun today.

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