STAR OF THE MORNING
Morning star, guides dawn to a nice shelter,
From which her blanket of night, can be folded;
Halves, quarters, eights,
Enough to stash away into bird songs
Gifting tweets and trills
The wisdom of windows opened
To coolness, before
Yon petulant sun pouts like a naughty child,
Too torrid to melt desert sands,
Too yellow for narcissistic dreamers.
STAR OF THE MORNING © gillena cox 2017
Words Count With Mama Zen
ASSIGMENT: visit Astrology.com to get your tarot card for the day (it's free; no sign-up). Explore the meaning of your card. Treat it as a joke, a portent, a really cool piece of art - whatever suits your muse. Just make sure your muse keeps her musings to 60 words or less.