This morning the sun said yes to the fog
and the river said thank you
for the chance to sparkle and glisten.
From the valley a blue updraft
of dust and seeds and wings
carries music and optimism.
Birds on a wire add sweet voices
to the refrain.
A grey bird turns yellow
in the sun, as a small miracle
of light bathes the fields in gold.
Fold me up and leave me
to gather dust in that clover-patch
of euphoria outside infinity.
Vivienne Blake notes that this poem is a cento culled from line written for the last prompt at Big Tent Poetry: “I have chosen (and adapted) lines from (in order) Linda Jacobs, Julie Jordan Scott, ViV, Dick (Patteran pages), Andrew Kneider, Julie Jordan Scott again, ViV, Cathy, Pamela Sayers. You can find the unadulterated lines here.”