“…that knits up the raveled sleave of care…”--Shakespeare
. . . The lark’s song weds
the curlew’s cry at sunrise,
abandoning the studded sadness
of dreams. Sleep makes us whole
with each axial turning . . .
–excerpt from “Sleep” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in The Alembic.