glimpses of the morning

---

i

blue grey clouds

of crushed

velvet

sunlight

tears

the

seams

ii

embers of

delicate peach

ignite flames

of fuchsia

the orb of

sun burns colors

away to ashes

blown into floes

of white

mare's

tails

iii

tiny bird

settles restless

on the

highest

branch

flits

away

iv

wind

through

the weathered stones

cries then whispers

luring

the children

who lie within our ribs

to break free

and sing

songs

of

play

v

mamalaria

cactus

wears her

wreath

of

pale

lavender

flowers

sings to

her babes

clustered

below

saguaro

listens

soulsurvivor

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