The sky speaks to me
Her voice is heard over the vines
that climb the fence in my garden
Her cadence is heard with the wind
The littlest sparrow speaks mountains
And the squirrels that run the telephone wires
Come in full view as my day begins
The sky speaks to me
Like a light-- a lantern in morning time
Of promise and hope
I hear the nuances of a new day
I salute the sunrise
Anita S. Holzberg
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