Misty panes yawn
haze of dawn fades
a~lone ray of sun
pierces somber skies,
indigo shadows nestle
against morning mountains ~
her heart hurts
she reflects
Radiant hues of Autumn
terracotta and tangerine
glide silently by coming to rest
in the arms of a sunflower ~
the corners of her mouth lift
she brightens
A breeze
crisp as winter’s morn’
drifts across her freckled cheeks,
stirring ~ pleading
for rainy day blues to recede
like the tide returning to sea ~
she releases
With Sunday morning ease
a caged breath eases,
peering through sun soaked
panes ~ her pain
rides on the back of wings
toward a pink horizon ~
she heals
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