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.
2 comments:
Lovely
Thank you.
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