An ocean of light
washes away
the remnants of night,
schools of clouds
swirl and fade
and remake themselves
in the currents.
Looking up
and wondering
what the tide
of light
will bring today,
washed ashore
on this Monday.
Chuckling at the
day name,
Moon Day,
while standing in
the glow
of morning
and feeling
as if I could
stand on
the half shell,
with long hair
wafting,
and nymphs
in attendance.
April 8 #CRFNationalPoetryMonth
Today’s graphic prompt was:
"Wind in her mane" 
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