the gold thread of dawn
arrives on wings of finches
stars become flowers
morning arrived on the silent paws
a once sleeping cat tucked into the curve of my neck
pacing beneath the open window.
spring is a golden lasso capturing all the senses,
there is nothing to do but lay the world of dreaming aside
and join the sweet elixir of living.
welcome to this bright new day.
may you wake to love...
may you be loved fiercely.
now come please,