Dappled
I breathe in light
a dappled morn
the path, my feet
its free,
To mull the raise
a leap beyond
the snap, the cold
its breeze.
I wander close
a tread before
the goal, the mark
its clear,
To think on nought
a force in step
the scope, the view
its here.
The great reveal
a gasp of height
the longing toast
its shine,
And then at end
a pause is held
the note, the word
is told.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, April 5, 2018.
Image: Dappled Morn by P.A. Moore.
I would say this is one of my favourites of yours. I really love the feel of it, the play of words, etc.
Ha thanks Calipur. I like having fun w words.