with the edges of growing things
dipped in morning sunlight
the post-dawn slow unveiling of translucence
on round and burnished leaves
or faintly feathered grasses
or gilded dots of nectar-heavy blossoms
awaiting the pollinating pilgrims
who briefly sojourn here
to make their morning devotionals
with me
The simple glory
of this light-kissed verdant place
can resurrect my fallen heart.
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