Morning Invocation
With her first call,
she pours golden breath
between the blades of grass.
A welcome cradled in amber feathers—
she calls the day to be.
To lift the unbearable into the light,
and sink the darkness
into the soil.
Morning Invocation
With her first call,
she pours golden breath
between the blades of grass.
A welcome cradled in amber feathers—
she calls the day to be.
To lift the unbearable into the light,
and sink the darkness
into the soil.
