A Morning Benediction

You wash your face with sunlight

And the brightness of the morning

Runs through your hair.

I see it trickle down your back in

Tiny rivers, collecting gold dust

At the nape of your neck.

Gleaming radiance ripples

Along your shoulders

As you stretch your arms wide

And let each drop find itself

A home on your fingertips –

Before you turn, and laugh,

And with a flick of your wrist

Sprinkle glowing droplets

All over me.

@jsmorgane April 2020

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