First Light/Photography/Poetry

Reflection

I thought I heard a whisper

as the sun yawned at the sky.

Faintly, as a breath, and

then I sensed you passing by.

Like dew you cling and stare at me

before you go, and quietly

I accept these gifts of Life,

bright,  tiny miracles that bring

greatness to the day.

I smile.

knowing there are others on the way…..

Cheryl KP

2015