Dew hangs on the wire
Like the barbs that pierce the dawn
Morning stirs the fire
Of a flame that’s come and gone
The sunlight skirts the darkness
Like the shadows on my wall
While whispers of a presence
On the breeze, sings its first song
Poppy's ride the wind
Dressed in the color love creates
They dance and sway and bend
As evening’s magic dissipates
Longing for a kiss
Turning their faces to the sky
Designed to dance this dance
On the edge of morning’s light
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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