Morning Poem, June 23, 2016

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The morning rain sounded soft on the lawns
And pattered on the windows and sills
So steady as to seem everlasting, like grace
And sweet as a lullaby.

The morning was dark as winter
This second day of summer
This day after the solstice
The clouds covered us over
Like a cool sheet
Offering more rest, extra rest
Reminding, as the Earth was replenished
He giveth to his beloved as they sleep.

Copyright 2016

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