caught between
flights of rainbows
and spirit’s sighs
chasing handfuls of life
pulled whole from the blush of dawn,
twirling in a fragrant rose-hued breeze,
drowning in the innocence
of bliss
delicate moss yields, softly,
giving gracefully beneath my touch,
and the cool morning dew
settles on my skin,
gleaming
Donna L. Doyle
Nova Scotia, Canada
