morning light
softens everything touched by
the long fingers of dawn's gentle rays
whispers, secrets
silent tears and dreams
buried deep within the impossible curves
buried deep within the impossible curves
of each petaled layer
of petticoats
blooms turning their faces to the frigid blue winter sky
as a warm cape of sunlight falls around
breaking down the barriers of my frozen heart
flowers on a cedar window sill
bound in copper jug
cold window panes behind
caught in time
growing more beautiful as they die
chasing sunlight
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