Dew collects on each tiny blossom reflecting on every pedal and sparkling anger, blue, white and new morning light multiplied sapphire makes broken dreams worth it
I haven't tried an acrostic in ages, so here's breaking the ice on a sleepy morning..... I woke up way too early this morning so I read a poem in a collection of one of our poets on HePo and it inspired me to get out of bed and write him a message here. And then this poem arrived. Thanks Thomas Case!