In early morning hush,
the moon sings farewell,
gelid murmured notes
through white cat-paw clouds
if you listen, recall
light recalls time recalls light,
the ancient ships of night seas
from the whispers and pulses
of mother music from earth and sky,
the fiddle, flute, and drums of
wind-beats and tree rustle,
the cardinal chirps and crow caws,
black on red on blue and green, every color
a promise, a warning
of what is and what was.
My poem from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle.
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