We are writing septets today at dversepoets
Bouncing bird notes of Robin's song
wipe sleep from sunflower eyes.
Awakening yarrow and cabbage rows yawn.
Sand through the hourglass pours our hellos and goodbyes.
Sun's fingertips read the Braille of the valley of sighs,
and trace the outline of clouds in rose gold.
In my arms, for better or worse, your image I hold.