
This morning, fresh as a lilac bloom in a sun-warmed kiss of dew,
sweet as the summer plum, glisten of skin between teeth,
the air a hush, the sky a slate for nested wildling dreams
This morning, thick and fulsome, like the forest floor that bends
your ear to everything earthed, the crawling and the soaring
This morning a river, miles-long promise, tidal threshold
to a world that can’t be seen.
How it comes, benediction and slanting light,
the secrets shed by night
or maybe stone, desert thirst,
a barren choke of prayers
This morning — new day in a new year,
the possibilities fraught, bright
endless
one small praise for beginning
this step only, the first across
and forward
the entered self emerging
Beautiful imagery, Naila. Wonderful first poem for 2020.
LikeLike
💜 I can smell the lilac bloom ❤️
LikeLike