Enveloped
In a misty morning
The hint of summer in its warmth
Softness and ease
As the morning
Opens out, like a daisy
Seeking the sun
Skylarks have found their secret
And sing songs of love
To their golden god
They can see what we cannot
Hidden in our little fog of certainty
Knowing we will not find it
Until it is ready,
While they fly free,
And know that they can go
Whenever they wish.
#CoSopoetry