The Day We Are In

The day we are in 

The day we are in
each one, new with myriad possibilities of brush mixed water,

colors of morning’s hushed sounds, and thoughts that glitter light like played tree leaves in the sun

or a darkness wind of storm’s approach.

Deepest clouds gather in tone pregnant with what is to come

But I am safe, in my haven here 

for me, nested dreams of creativity become fledglings, only needing,

given light space,

sensed, beyond their eager spirits, opened free…they fly. 
  
MarciaMarcia