Prompt
The light inhales each breath of the sea,
Wind on wave, propelling the dawn.
The smoke breathes the last dark lavender
Of the rain-drenched night cloud.
The shawl of fog surrenders its last linen threads,
Wild and burnt by the yet embryonic sun.
The light's lungs, now full of briny air,
Blow in the sunbeams peppered with salt,
Blow in the sky, blue and holy over the orchard,
Blow in the clouds, bearing friend and stranger.
Let us sit together among the newly ripened fruit.
Nancy E. Wright
updated by @nancy-e-wright2: 10/12/16 01:41:42AM
