Stirring Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Stirring



I awake to gilded sunlight
drifting on my counterpane
stretching with feline languor,
I reach through shimmering dust motes
that waltz on whispered breezes
to capture morning on my finger tips

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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