SKY CAST

by joannagilmanhyde

 

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am

Striated Sky You

are with Me at last

while the coffee steeps

I see Your Colours —

Your Golden Touch

between the edges —

The Silken Grey

along Your bounds

I harbour You

and feed upon You

in My Morning gaze

filled with Longing

of  dare I say

Love?