michael hartman - Aubade

Morning was illuminated with saffron
And song of harmonious birds.

Raw perception and cunning
Rounds the blurry corners.
Exploited with gratitude
And lust for the calm, unprecedented day,
Each leaf an improved, sapient shade,
Reflecting the atmosphere, and defining our day.

Gather together,
Silently folding your hands into others.
Bow your loose neck
And mouth your prayers.
I can barely describe your serene
And somber beauty,
As caressing as the trade winds,
Or as the diffusion of guilt.
Unexpected.

michael hartman

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