stretch into a creeping flood of gold and
pink pulling slivers of smoky night as a lover towards the horizon.
I open my eyes to this, this
exhaling of a solitary
ecstatic breath, witness
illuminated fingers combing out the sky.
brilliance dissolving thick & heavy;
not a trace remains but softens into lilac silence,
head bowed to greet the coming rain.
In this time, in
these fleeting morning joys
poured from deep celestial jars
balanced in doorways between dusk & day
I look down
where the leaves raise their fists
unfurling in foretold dawn, each
brimming with hope
while relentlessly weeping
for lost blossoms
bruised and scattered in the night.