[She] who kisses joy as it flies… -William Blake Sweet soft brown songbird cupped in tender protective hands. A sweet sacred moment. Hands unfold. Warbler waves one wing in the sun-drenched beams. Dawn's first embers paint saffron and cinnamon on outstretched wing shimmering and shivering, preening and singing. She lifts into flight— freedom flight on wings of a newborn day. Empty hands open wide. Fat silvery raindrops lingering from the stormy night pool in hollow palms. Hallowed perfume breathes a rain-drenched sigh. A sky streaked in umber and gold shimmering butterfly wings. A whisper kisses upturned palms, drinks dewy beads sated with salty sweet, flutters on cinnamon and saffron wings. Dances in the glowing haze of a newborn day. Sleepy-eyed dawn smiles over the soft brown soil. Still. Sweet.
Aimee Selah, Author of Dancing Soul, pens poetry to explore vulnerability, tenacity, and grace in this crazy, kaleidoscope-beautiful world. She collects the shards of imperfect experiences, studying the light that glimmers off broken edges and pieces them back together into a lustrous mosaic. Aimee Selah’s work also appears in Parousia Magazine, @aimeeselah_poetrygarden, and aimeeselah.com.