East

Morning.

First splash of soft white light

Gentle air stirring

Leaves

Sun-speckled earliness

A dance of sky and tree tops

Splattering day-ness

Solid earth, ground

A place from which to rise, steady into living

life itself

green

pushing through the buds

pulsing with a living fragrance

opening to blue

bright and hopeful, cool awakening in a lush bed

floating bubbles of consciousness and

Her

Dappled fall, crisp yellow day

Sharp wrinkled snapping

Small sweetnesses

Wild raspberries

Wings above all…

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