Morning Poem, January 13, 2017

 

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Last night a wind tiptoed in

A gentle wind, warmer than the season

And in the still darkness, it wafted over mountains

And settled into hollows and over the white ice covering the creeks

If the morning sky clears, then the day’s radiance

Will slowly thaw the earth and thin the glazes covering the waters

Then the streams will laugh  again as the frozen sheets recede

And the green water sparkles, rushing down the graveled chutes.

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Copyright 2017

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