Monday Morning:

She dreamt of silky deep love in cruel blue

fingers in his hair

dawn broke her heart

an easy lightness is missing inside

but all its pieces are there

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Today's honey hues burnt away clouds shrouding a cold spring day, sunlight washing daffodils and screaming yellow forsythia.

So many things in mind, but I have plucked out just enough of the shards to rest my head.