The day hints rainbows
in a drizzle mesh.
No matter.
She collects pieces of sky
on her wings
as her family have done
since the book of Genesis.
Silver light
climbs up her dress
like the curl of a rose petal.
She tickles my ear
with whispers
that slip into the skin
of the mere.
She leaves me
with the empty breeze
and a private song.
Sunshine in a capsule.
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words: Gordon Mason, Scotland/Spain (Catapult to Mars)
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