morning poem, march 20, 2017

 

 

Frost on the rooptops

Frost on the lawn

Just the slightest hint of ice

Just before the dawn

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The day is breaking early

Just like every day before

The maples and the oaks will bud

The birds will be a choir

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In only moments now the rays

Of light will scan the town

And shadows long and definite

Will lie across the ground.

 

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copyright 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

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