furls of sunlight...
the marigold blossoms
a thank you note
broken strips of light
poem away the darkness
name-less stars twinkle
echoes of roosters...
his sense of speech heralds dawn
in connected signs
while goblets from dreams
to vital sheets of morning
drip dew oft her sky
-- gillena cox
Revisit
morning light
hint of
Sunday Lime1
Sunday Smiles
How is your Sunday going? Today is #8 in the series 'Sunday Lime' To share with me you can EMAIL me; you can COMMENT; and can also enter a LINK from your blog, at the Linky below
the Sunday Whirl Wordle #181
Poetry Pantry 221
Monday Mellow Yellows
