This Bright Morning

Jackie Darnbrough

In bright morning
a pale sun chases away
night shadows.

Blackbird’s melody
stirs unremembered dreams,
leaving just a fragment
of my night journey

I walk on warm slate flags,
below an azure sky
dusted by cloud feathers.

Words dance for me
paint my pictures
colour my world.

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