It's Still Life

Rise

I love a sugar-spun dawn,
earth unable to ignore the sky.

It’s that moment when a thought
makes its mark. Opens the skin.

It’s self-explanatory, and simple
as following a straight line road.

It’s a singed dry leaf, an edged ghost
fringe, foreign to its landscape,

or a new thought that’s lying in wait
right around the corner, where

dawn chisels away your chains.

for Sunday Whirl #494 and #APoemADay on Twitter   © Misky 2021