A whispered river of feathers and smudged chalk <br />Streaks across bright, turquoise suggestions <br />Without effort <br /> <br />A clean white moon easily sits in grace <br />Behind black, angular branches of the tree that stretches <br />Reaching skyward <br /> <br />Crisp light of the morning sun breathes life to this day <br />In prismatic, golden caresses <br /> <br />Frosted blown-glass and crystals become <br />Blades of grass in soft surrender <br />To that warm coaxing <br /> <br />And I stand in awe because, again <br />I have seen the sky <br />For the first time<br /><br />Tara Crown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-into-a-marble-or-out-of-one/
