of a June Morning . . . this morning
wrapped in the haze of promised storms
this morning
coolness
grayness
the fullness of birdsong fills my body with a trembling vibration
my blood becomes feathered
rising
rising
to
search for the sun
wrapped in the haze of promised storms
this morning
coolness
grayness
the fullness of birdsong fills my body with a trembling vibration
my blood becomes feathered
rising
rising
to
search for the sun