Holy mornings

Holy mornings, sunlight, brisk air, and your lips Here, there, everywhere

Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Sitting by the sunlight

Sitting by the fire that is morning sunlight Bathing in its warm hue Ridding the body of shivers and coolness Kindling the soul within, like ignition from a lighter Embraced by the sun’s calming rays, Healed and protected 2009/06