Cold puffs of breath

       The opening edge cascades down to a hollow. Simple
is the view of radiance seated upon the concrete. A
light that opens the eyes. Just to smile across a crowd.

      Solid joy finds a way to make the morning dance.
The giggles inside the echoing fog of a breath. So happy
is the sparkle shining on sapphires.

     Seated awaiting the warmth to completely remind me
to be a part of Jehovah's grand nature. Here I sit
awakening the mind even more to the kind gentleness
of a bitter morning.

    So decadent is the leaps of little joys felt throughout
my spirit. Holding onto a careful dream. The layers
of slowness is negative but just a show of endurance
to the patience I need to face.

  Clarity opens up to send a little jolt of a spring. Tiny
glimpses of hope just flutter all around me as the words
just fly from the mind into the day of a breath. Holding
tightly upon the wear of a thought, an interesting idea.

   Oh say you want to hear all about what is truly precious
inside a morning breath. Say you want to just see the
sparkles dance across a pale freckle roadway. Oh say it,
that one smile opens up such wonder.

    Ah yes this morning of radiance is so rich that the
textures will be reminded throughout the memories
written. So here, gather yourself for a tidbit. Hold
onto that one thing that stands upright for you and
just thrive.

   So now understand me, understand why I am
overjoyed by just the frost of a breath of circled
puffs. Indeed the view of crisp, coldness is indeed the
thanksgiving of silent praise to Jehovah.

   Smile with me as your exhale joins the sky.