morning poem, march 20, 2017



Frost on the rooptops

Frost on the lawn

Just the slightest hint of ice

Just before the dawn


The day is breaking early

Just like every day before

The maples and the oaks will bud

The birds will be a choir


In only moments now the rays

Of light will scan the town

And shadows long and definite

Will lie across the ground.




copyright 2017







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