The Tenderness Of The Sky



it’s the tenderness
of the sky
laying his shroud

over me
in the morning that
opens my eyes

to gratitude
glimpses of love
peeking through

as little drops left

after the rain
on the heads
of grass blades





This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks Vol. 02



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