Feel it;
feel the tassel-glow
of morning. Feel the
tassel-glow of the
morning sun.
A golden, amber light
touching your every cell.
Humming itself into
every corner and holler
of your being.
A murmuration of sunrise
swimming along the tops
of the corn - on the wispy
feathers of the cornfield -
sings in clarity.
It is here for you to say
“Good morning”, and to
pick up the song. You have
found one instance of glory
so soon upon the new day.
Sing it. Sing the tassel-glow
all day long.
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