you crease the sky
into periwinkle cornflower
hold the raindrops & dew
scent of apples & pumpkins
into pot of autumn amber,
soup for my cold feet
harbor me here, until
my wings grow steady,
glinting bold black with orange streaks
winking under sun
Wild Sunflowers, Everyday Amazing
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word, Harbor. Hosted by Lillian Hallberg. Thanks for the visit.
