I love the morning
For its waking eyes
Its caressing clouds
That distill the night
The watery dew
The opaque freshness
Rose transcendence
And spiritual calm
Seventh touch awakens
Blue sprite of autumn
She distances the moon
In her fragile accolade
I remember you and me
The scarlet chase of minds
From Kaleidoscope
copyright Vickie Johnstone
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