blankets of blues
summer in sapphire and teal
I breathe between hues
seven ride the waves
still nuzzled in mother’s wing
paddling seasons past
gliding on thermals
freedom to speak or squawk while
clouds only whisper
It is Open Link Night at
You can link up ONE poem of your choice.
I am your host and hope you will join us. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST
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