Gaze up
Horizon burning
Endless glow
Sunup turning
Forever winks
I breathe
Morning comes
So swift.


Sparrow Wings

A gentle note rings across damp soil;
the sun yawns distant with orange hues.
Sparrow wings spread like uncoiled wants,
left to the caprices of the wind.
A beat, they brush the naked blue,
across the pristine white of looming clouds;
golden light flickers between them,
the day has come alight.
The sparrow vanished in a sea of cloud and light,
lost in the blue yonder.