There is only
good news now.
The leaf touched by
dawn’s grace.
The wildflowers
bright again,
bees breaking
into buzz
after the sleepy
silence of night.
Now the colours are
yellow, gold, green,
pink, purple and blue,
a meadow of colours
dreamt and undreamt.
Look close at the
curve of bee
on a papery petal.
Let the perfume
of wild rose
paint you in pink.
Step aside
from night’s
tangle-eyed
shadows
of black
and grey.
Enter the meadow
of clear colour
in sunlight.
There is only
good news here.
Inky Cat's Poems 
This is exquisite. I read this after a profound 5-Rhythms’ Sunday ‘Body Prayer’ dance session with amazing teacher Ruth Hirst over Zoom, and feel as if my dance can now ripple outside into the meaadows of your Sight. Meadows refreshed by the thundery rain we are enjoying up here, which is fattening my pea-pods! A tendril to you @ {hug}