by Zarah Reinhard from Switzerland
this morning
fresh, like a dewdrop
blooming in the mouth of a rose—
standing still,
waiting for awakenings;
dawn has already passed.
this sky
a circled wonder
hidden beyond the stars.
it’s light-blue veil
like the skin of a whale
this blue
iridescently tender sea
opening space after space
into its heart of clouds
dropping peace
like raindrops from its edges.
this sound
chattering birds;
the laughter of the little (miracle)
encouragement
wrapped in cherry leaves
and sun rays.
This poem was originally posted here
