By Jennifer Sainsbury Brown


 

A dawn drawn song

 

swooped

 

me

 

you

 

up into

 

pale blue

 

where

 

geese clouds skittered.

 

We littered the

 

fair air

 

with our

 

laughter.

 

After,

 

when the sun shook

 

out

 

birth wet rays,

 

we danced down

 

a silver

 

sunbeam

 

maze

 

of mirth

 

and caught

 

the earth.

Photo by Philip Christison

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