Mine is the Goddess of Morning

She brings light, again

Light behind grass with dew and background of trees
Photo by Jonas Weckschmied on Unsplash

She is the blood of the world. Her giant rock turns

and once again a miracle, illumination!

light creates the small things scuttling in the underbrush

trees bow with grace, how do they keep from singing?

with the exuberance of birds, waking the lumbering mammals, who

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Jackie Olsen

Jackie Olsen

Come for the insights on aging, leave with a doggie bag full of frogs and exoplanets. Now more poems about vacuuming! she/her/hers