Sky's pregnant blue,
golden aurora, gathered, focused.
Wildflowers' colors: magnetic,
iridescent, nacreous -
footlights in the field.
Daybreak is a hologram,
the impressionist's dream, alive
in this brightness of being.
Early Morning Light
23 Saturday May 2026
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Footlights in the field – nice!
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Thank you!
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I love it, footlights in the field. Magnetic. Nacreous? A new word.
Happy Saturday. I need this poem like I need that song by Cat Stevens, the one about the first morning where “Eden saw play”. I love that song. Like a hymn on Sunday morning (or Sabado).
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Thank you Holly, to be needed is a poems highest aim. Yes, that is a good song.
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