I saw daybreak on the summer solstice.
As I rode clouds wisped the sky,
morning radiance fell upon me–
the long day of light.
I am without body in the morning sun.
I am in the rays
warming dew from tender blades.
I am in the dove’s call
mourning spring’s retreat
And I am in the shadowed grove
harboring
a wistful night.
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