First Morning
The sun breaks
Its red yolk
Across the sky
Feathered silhouettes
Wildly dance
Their swoop and chirp
You roll toward me
Touch my cheek
Set fire to the world
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Nice. Especially the first stanza: red yolk!
I love a good love poem. And this one is great.
Romantic without being sentimental–that’s the way to write it.
Red yolk, feathered silhouettes – wonderful imagery! Sometimes just a soft touch is all it takes!!