Silent side (For Ava)

Into the morning air

dawn sky and a cardinal song

moon filled a purple lace cloud

with close echoes of the day to come.

As I launch a journey, a circle of day

it is the vessel of night that tempts my eye

‘til at top of a hill a race of gulls

in a high dry sky, a noisy parade

angled wings and puny tempests

lifts my sight to take my breath...so near

so clear, the wondrous place of  waterless seas.

I think of moonlight touch-

a more silent side of the world-

and a gentle One setting out to do

little blessings, like wine drops fill a glass,

an unfinished taste...of greatness.

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