I run 🏃‍♀️ below and above

the sun’s beginnings.

The dewed fog moistens drying fields

and glistens with prisms reflecting.

The quiet is loud as my jaunt shuffle

interrupts nature’s morning’s stage.

An uninvited guest, I slip by,


sun presses my face with warm rays

as the glare squints my eyes to see,

and I am ushered on.

©. CMM 2020