As I Gather my Clothes for the Day
I am caught at the window
by a slant of light,
by these oak leaves turning to gold.
The sunrise is singing the morning awake
with songs that melt on my skin
and underneath their spreading spell,
I breathe the buttery light
and dream of becoming the same,
dressed in mist and leaves and dew.
I stand long and long at the window
breathing the dazzling day.
As the skin of my life loosens,
I spark and ignite, burn,
and flow shimmering
into this welcoming light.
Photo and poem are ©copyright 2011-2013 Carol Steel.
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