Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Gold Postcards

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The yard is like a gold postcard
Its edge awash with sash of sky
That holds the fence that holds the tree
Where morning’s cold blue shadows lie

The afternoon will soon attune
Time’s colors to her bowing form
But now, the yard, a gold postcard
Is etched upon dawn’s sweeping storm

How fair is morning’s virgin air
How lovely is this Gift we have
...its dark to light is far, far more
Than breath-ellipses to a grave

…and opportunity is free
Delivered by angel-express
On gold postcards to boulevards
And yards awash with Heaven-ness

© Janet Martin

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