This is my piece in response to this week’s Writing Challenge by Anna Fonté, writer at girl in the hat
Silhouetted
against the
Color of dawn,
Lone
Temple on a cliff,
Mother Eagle poised
in
Flight…
Her young
took to the
First break of light
Sweet scent
of
Waling-waling,
Orchids in pink
White purple
twirled…
Dawn of hope
Cupped in
Prayer,
the Soul rejoices
Crisp city air
Fades into
the
Warmth of the
New day sun…
Then lips raised
for the day’s first taste
of coffee brew.