A Poem a Day (582): Summer sun

 
Summer sun
 
In the pure morning,
sunlight bursts dew-coursed streams,
a rebirth, outflow, red embers
glowing in murmurs of another time.
 
Strands of sleep still-waking
take to the light from a twilight escape,
imaginations of the released mind
chased through kaleidoscopes of hue.
 
A symphony of blackbirds glide
on the updraft, a backstroke on air,
lifted, suspended on the invisible,
a subtle burst of summer’s breath.
 
Velvet haze dusts the wisps of cirrus
setting sail for the Northern Lights,
while daffodils roll their lemon heads,
tilting to the bumbles on the breeze.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 10, 2023