Boreal sunrise, gentleness from angels, like a message or a signal,
The light within me salutes the light within you
wrapping away our fears with gentle pastel hues.
All is quiet on 60N.
Can't be bothered counting crystals stuck on her quilt; Mother Earth wakes to a new dawn.
Chant du monde
Now Father Sky begins to blush as starlings gather on branches to listen to morning earth song...
In the distance our winter geese rise inside blue.
They come in waves, just like the tide...
Feathered squadrons from far afield,
soon they'll be landing at Brakefield, their faithful patch till our sun sets...
The light within me salutes the light within you.
This slice of life was savoured on Tuesday 23 February.
I dedicate it to Stanley and Chris, who touched our life with so much love & gentleness, who now look at us from the sky.