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Monday, March 10, 2014

welcome is the morning kiss


welcome Is the morning kiss
for when before my sleep
the viper’s hiss spoke of
portentous comings

lovely is the suns embrace
upon my face and mine
ears hear the warming breezes,
my eyes see them play with
trees and grasses

they blow, whistling of their journey
from not so far away
mostly from the north and west
their incantations are of how
the once joyous birds no longer
play In their air for it burns
of human rage

cherished is today, for tomorrow
may not be, but before I lament
the message of the wind
I shall praise the day and
kiss the daisy for this moment
while my eyes are still open
and life still holds my hand