The tree’s warm light,
in the pre-dawn dark.
Golden dance
of a votive’s flame.
Lap-snuggled purr
of my cat’s contentment.
And just now, the sun –
rouging the clouds’ chins.
The tree’s warm light,
in the pre-dawn dark.
Golden dance
of a votive’s flame.
Lap-snuggled purr
of my cat’s contentment.
And just now, the sun –
rouging the clouds’ chins.
Kathleen Cerveny ◊ © Copyright 2014 ◊ Site created by Digital Traffic