Can the breath of morning

still my night's reverie

and with it's vapored arms

the sunrise bring me

And whipporwhills warble

the moon's sad funeral dirge

bringing to close yet another day

as darkness, the sunlight does purge

Each dewed twig and supple limb

glistens clarion with morning's awe

I wonder, how much, just how much

of this daylight pageant will last within the fall

08/20/2003

Posted on 08/20/2003
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