Dark as winter, yet bright.
Lit from within.
Dancing on a feather, floating.
Soft, without edges.
No concern for space, nor sun, nor rain.
Warm,
Green grass beckons,
Eager and inviting.
Become wet with dew,
and stay.
Colleen Sohn
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Colleen Sohn
writer. photographer . dreamer