Joy Leapt

Joy leapt, a swan to the sky.

Her wings brushed the edges of me

and I opened to meet her.

A breath entered,

cool, radiant, clear,

full of sky,

for that moment I flew with her.

A short and hopefully sweet poem for you all, dear readers, and I hope moments of joy transport you as we soar to the end of 2020. – Giulietta